ALPHAS vs OMEGAS

Rodrick_Kent: The stage lights are warm and radiant as I tower over these lesser bodybuilders. The hum of the crowd, the low whispers and occasional cheers echo as the audience holds its collective breath. They know what is coming, the final pose down of the contest, the moment of  fiercest battle between all these assembled breathtaking bods!

Rodrick_Kent: My prep was on point and my physique shows it. My raw size, staggering definition and vascularity combined into a blend of swollen thickness and aesthetics perfection. My oil, my muscle, my very presence is at my personal best. Bronzed muscle and raised veins have let me overwhelm the distinguished competition!

Rodrick_Kent: Well perhaps with one exception, DeRosa seems to be the only man on stage not overpowered by my muscle, my attitude, my very presence. Where other competitors have avoided my gaze or standing too close DeRosa seems eager to engage. Where other men have been cowed by my muscle and musk DeRosa seems dead set on stepping up.

Rodrick_Kent: Admirable, but as I stand in line, waiting for the pose down to begin I feel my temper flare just a bit. I take deep breath let my muscles swell even  in my relaxed pose. My wide shoulders and protruding pecs are pumped, my muscular frame clad only in a black poser that shows off my many attributes. Oddly the judges seem to be deliberately keeping DeRosa and me apart. It’s as unusual as it is frustrating, as I slyly glance his way.

Rodrick_Kent: His body is a work of art, enough to floor any of the other competitors. I am man enough to admit that but he can’t compete with my sheer size and symmetry. That Trophy and all important Olympia Pro Card are all mine! I feel the spike of adrenaline and testosterone as I know I am going to get my chance soon.

Jacob_DeRosa: The sound of admiration. That’s what comes from the crowd every time I simply adjust my body posture on stage. It is addictive, I got to admit that. My whole prep I have been waiting for this moment. To show off my Godly phyisque on this stage. To the world, to the other fools who stepped up on this stage with me. The public gasps every time I hit a solid pose, I see them pointing at me while more ‘Oooh’s’ keep coming my way. I take them in gladly, guiding me on the way for the next pose.

Jacob_DeRosa: My body covered in oil, highlighting my thick muscles and river deep veins only more. The vascularity feels insane, even without flexing at max capacity. It’s not necessary, I dwarf the other competitors by ease already. Except for one big fella there on the opposite side. Kent, I believe. My coaches told me about him. Supertalent, or so he is called. I admit he’s the only one here who can match my level. A brick house. A power house. That’s all true and not even the subject of discussion. But enough of that, this night will be about me. Second place will look good on this Kent.

Jacob_DeRosa: My brain has drifted away for a moment and I bring the focus back to my game now. I step forward and bring a next series of poses. Wide shoulders on display, heavy pecs hanging, rockhard abs popping out, bulging biceps going from the one flex into the other. My thick treetrunks legs pumping under my tight black poser. Everything is on fire, adrenaline helping me to bring out my best game ever. And it’s all worth seeing, my ego is skyrocketing while I finish my set with a boom!

Jacob_DeRosa:

Rodrick_Kent: I can feel every muscle on my body contracting and expanding with power, with size as I hit each mandatory pose with polished perfection. The crowd is cheering , held in awe by my physique, my competitors seem to step back cowed by my glory! The lights, the oil, the roar of the crowd as I shift then hold, my double bicep a thing of raw masculine power, my abdominal and thighs a thunderous display of sculpted dedication! It’s all so intoxicating!

Rodrick_Kent: I owe the stage, or at least my half of it. As I slow rotate my body, twisting to show off my mighty side profile I register it. DeRosa, his charisma, his strength dominating his half of the stage. I literally take a side step closer in his direction before I catch myself. Have to finish up the mandatory posing before I hear those sweet words calling for the final posedown!

Rodrick_Kent: Still even from this distance I feel the need to challenge DeRosa’s presence, his obvious power. I let out a loud roar of aggression and effort as I shift again letting my massive back dominate the stage. I definitely invade the space of the closet competitor who mutters a harsh curse but I couldn’t care less I assert my pride, my physique before all! My arms and back explode with vascularity and definition, my legs twisting into harden steel as my lats draw the eyes!

Rodrick_Kent:

Jacob_DeRosa: Not sure if it are my thoughts, but I feel like the spotlight is literally growing bigger on me. The more I step forward, the more it feels like I am owning the stage. The other competitors disappear behind me and the crowd doesn’t seem to mind about that. My body glinstering in a mix of oil and sweat, only showing off my body supremacy more. It’s a game of domination, of being seen. Exactly the kind of game I rule.

Jacob_DeRosa: I’m ramping up my routine and it feels like my biceps are going to explode. The double bicep pose feels brutally phenomenal, overshadowing the other guys on stage. Except one. Kent. I watch him stepping forward in the same flow as me. I shouldn’t be surprised. He has what it takes to show off. And he isn’t afraid to show that, exactly what I like in what I call a rival. I gladly put that label on him tonight.

Jacob_DeRosa: Although it feels that I don’t have the urge to compare myself with anyone here tonight, your body seems to attract mine like a magnet and we get closer to each other. For the first time, I start to have the idea of wanting to be seen. To have everyone’s attention, more than they should give you. My arms exploding only more with these sensations, together with my lats who are flaring out and pecs popping out heavily. I feel like they should call us to back down by now, but it’s obvious the judges and crowd are enjoying this too much to break off now. My eyes are focused on my own perfect phyisque, the judges, the crowd, until in my peripheral vision I notice we are getting so close now. Giving my muscles another boost, coming with a primal deep roar to express my domination performing a crazy most muscular !

Rodrick_Kent: I keep moving closer to DeRosa, to his manly presence and the challenge he represents to my glory! The crowd is getting even louder, the judges want to see more of my fierce displays of muscle! I straighten my back, hitting a back double bi as I roll over another competitor! He attempts a lat spread but my mass, my vascularity and muscularity undermine his very attempt to push back! It’s almost too easy!

Rodrick_Kent:

Rodrick_Kent: I feel my momentum building, the focus of the crowd’s admiration on me, but not sole me. DeRosa is still putting on a show his own, giving an incredible display of his hard earned gains! As he transitions into a muscle muscular pose I feel the sharp and sudden shift as more eyes seemed focused on him then me!

Rodrick_Kent: “Oh hell no!” I utter as I take two more big steps toward my rival. The heat of the moment, the roar of the crowd and the fulfillment of all my training just seem to blend here as I slowly adjust my pose. I bend forward my arms curling as I flex so tight, the fibers of my arms feel like swelling cables push to their limits!

Rodrick_Kent:

Rodrick_Kent: I let my muscle explode with size and power. My body makes a magnificent statement as I am much closer to DeRosa. The noise elevates even higher as the audience can now more easily compare the two muscle gods on stage!

Jacob_DeRosa: Somehow it feels like it is just you and me on this stage now. Kent and DeRosa. No other competition. All eyes are on us, as they all should. The closer we approach to each other, the louder the crowd gets, like they are as hungry to see us compare as we are. The noise hypes me up, boosting my muscles big time. Especially when I can sense you really close to me now, copying my pose.

Jacob_DeRosa: Clenching my fists harder, it forces my bicep to swell up even more. The biceps are getting thicker by the second and pop out everywhere. I look down and watch how my chest keeps bulging. I move slightly from side to side, giving everyone the possibility to check out the perfect angles I'm creating. That also includes you. You are a beast, I can't lie. And I have to take my eyes off yours before I lose my concentration and get behind.

Jacob_DeRosa: I still have the urge to intimidate you, that means you are a damn force to reckon with. I step even closer, our muscles about to touch. I can sense your musk too, the aura you radiate. I turn my head towards you and flex directly at you while bringing out a deep primal roar. I don't need words to say, let's give them a fuckin show! You know what it takes, we both do. Two statues on battlefield. With my body speaking, I'm telling you Kent, you will end up in my shadow!

Jacob_DeRosa:

Rodrick_Kent: As if the feel of your presence, the raw pressure flowing off your massive physique was somehow not enough, you let out a Warcry! A sound of primal fury, a direct challenge if ever I heard one. Your voice drop of manly confidence and eager aggression! I am turn my body slowly my face a brutal smirk, my body throbbing with muscle and power as I face my rival!

Rodrick_Kent: What the fuck! DeRosa looks beyond massive, beyond confident. His pump is so full his muscles seem ready to explode! So let’s make him pop I think to myself as I match his stance and slow repose another most muscular pose even as my foe matches me! I can feel my arms swelling with even more size. My body, especially my chest and arms actually tingle then ache from how hard I push myself!

Rodrick_Kent: DeRosa and I close on each other, nothing else matters as we both hit a most muscular pose, one even more competitive and brutal than the last! We face each other head on as I am forced to watch that iconic physique of my rival! DeRosa’s body really is a champion level build, I can feel his power, see the raw intensity of his size and symmetry as we dual! Our bodies are lock in confrontation as I push and pump feeling every muscle of body pushing beyond my personal best, yet still somehow DeEosa’s keeps flexing, keep radiating his power against mine!

Rodrick_Kent: Our faces are lock in an exotic effort and pain as we draw even closer. I refuse to release the pose, having realized DeRosa is matching my mass, my muscularity so completely I need to outlast him on this pose to secure my win! My flesh grows hot as my body screams at DeRosa to quit the field and admit defeat!

Jacob_DeRosa: Damn who is this guy? Why haven't we met before? My thoughts are going wild over this guy standing right in front of me, seeming to effortlessly match my size and posing skills. Our eyes are locked and I don't even want to blink at this moment! You perform a crazy solid most muscular and like mine, your arms look to explode any second now. I grit my teeth, only to open my mouth and push my tongue out. Oh yeah, I'm damn hungry! I try to ignore the fact that my muscles are trembling due to the high pressure I make them suffer from.

Jacob_DeRosa: I can't back down now. Not first. Not want to give anyone a single sign that could be seen as 'weak'. Somehow hoping they will tell us to get back in line, like hell, where are the other boys here even? And then, to poke up the energy even more, I bring my forehead closer to yours and press it against yours! The crowd goes nuts! The cheering explodes as everyone gets the battle they didn't know they wanted. I can feel our sweat mixing up, staring deep into your dark eyes. Lots of things I would love to say now, only mumble out "Think you can keep up with me, Kent? You look smaller already ", with a little grin I raise my arms a little, give my muscles a second to regroup right before coming up with a final heavy squeeze, trembling like crazy but have to make a statement here!

Rodrick_Kent: My jacked body is sweating as I try not to tremble from the sheer force of my own flexing! My muscles are so tense, practically begging for a moment to relax but I refuse to lose my focus, to show anything but authority in this moment! I tighten my poses as our foreheads meet! My skin is already hot but that simple act of contact makes everything so much more intense!

Rodrick_Kent: My pumped physique swells just a bit in reaction to my foe’s advance! I feel my muscles, especially my arms make the smallest of noticeable gains! Fuck Yeah! I try to smirk but my face is an expression of effort and fury! I can feel DeRosa pushing, flexing as we both strain. We are sweating, holding our muscle fibers tight as some how our posing has become more like trading punches than a mere pose!

Rodrick_Kent: I hear your taunt, daring me to keep up, calling me small. I feel it, the impact of your words, the fierce power of your arrogance trying to grind me down! Then I feel something inside me snap as I raise my own arms just a bit. I take the smallest moment to recover as I say “Keep up? I am leaving you in the dust DeRosa!” I hope my attitude hurts your ego, hope my confidence makes you question your own magnificent bod. If it doesn’t then my last ditch effort to hit this most muscular certainly will! I bring my arms down trying not to quiver, the raw size and sheer separation of muscle fibers making every instant of painful feedback worth it!

Rodrick_Kent: I don’t even realize that we are growling at each other or that we both start pushing with our arms and foreheads, trying to shove each other out of the pose! It’s a long tense pose as we both push, each trying to outlast the other and claim the victory! I feel my adrenaline and testosterone skyrocket as my temper flares to match my muscles!

Jacob_DeRosa: Why would I even think that you'd back down from this? A foolish thought. You are a warrior, just like me. I'm just not used to meet someone like that. Someone who has the balls to follow me into these mind games. It's obvious we both have the bodies to destroy the competition, so it comes to the power of the mind to make the difference. It adds to the reasons why I want to break you badly only more. Our eyes do the talking as our muscles still do as well.

Jacob_DeRosa: "Leaving me in the dust..." it disturbs my focus for just a second. My eyes glare down to your chest and arms, Dude, don't even try to count the veins there, I have to tell myself! Then without thinking too much, I just do it. Call it a reflex. Call it a moment of cockiness, a moment of showing off. I don't feel sorry for it. I break my pose and while I let my arms down to relax a second, in the same movement, I gently tap your cheek twice. "Nice try Kent, but you're no match", I almost whisper with an arrogant smirk on my face, I shake out my arms while I turn back to the crowd and the judges.

Jacob_DeRosa: My arms are hanging wide, feeling damn pumped and powerful as I move myself right in front of you. I bring one hand behind my ear as I shout into the crowd "Are you having a good time??!", and the explosion of cheers almost stuns me, as they seem to love the direct interaction with them!

Jacob_DeRosa: Completely against all rules or all standards, I bring my own game of entertainment. I take a deep breath, in and out and head over to my next pose. My right arm curls up as I bring my hand behind my head, showing the full density and swelling of my arm, massive triceps hanging on display there. My left arm curls up as well next to me into a freaking cannonball shaped bicep flex! My whole arm covered in thick muscle layers, popping veins through my skin almost everywhere. In the mean time I put on a crazy deep vacuum, showing off the depth of my abs while my meaty pecs are hanging rocksolid above them. Standing solid on some iron shaped legs, still feeling totally shredded. The more I flex them, the more my manhood wants to play with them, giving an even bigger impression of anything down there, I am sure.

Jacob_DeRosa: I stare at the crowd with a large, confident smile and see the joy and admiration on all faces. I keep flexing harder, muscles trembling, feeling superior at this moment of taking the momentum. Like I almost would forget I'm still not alone on this stage. But I'm sure to many, this will be an ego breaker as I dare them to step up with me!

Jacob_DeRosa:

Rodrick_Kent: My foe breaks all the rules of the engagement, giving me a pair of gentle smacks as he lowers his incredible pose. His manner is so confident, so dominant for a moment I feel my temper spike. I will not be dismissed, I will not be undermined by this rival, this enemy! Still I cannot shake the feel he just got a point on me! Oh this will not stand, I feel my temper rising as my body finds a new well of energy and fury to tap!

Rodrick_Kent: My enemy is still standing close but turns to face the crowd, shouting and grandstanding like he has already won. So that’s how it’s going to be is it!??! I let myself relax for a moment as I turn back to the crowd, smirking and ready for a true muscle war. DeRosa wants to play mind games, he wants to see who cowers or loses composure first! Game on bitch!

Rodrick_Kent: I see his incredible body prepping his next pose and take a deep breath of my own. Then I move closer, definitely too close for a pretense of sportsmanship as I once again match his pose! I bring my one arm up behind my head as I slowly frame the other in a curled singled bicep shot. My bicep swells with power, my face with supreme confidence as my veins and muscles pulse with size! I pull my abs up into a vacuum maneuver as I enjoy the sheer power of some classic golden era posing! My legs are towers of shredded muscle, insane thickness yet so defined! I just enjoy the moment, letting the crowd go wild as DeRosa and I match our amazing bodies for top honors! We are so close I can feel the heat coming of his skin, I can hear his breathing despite the roar of the crowd. It is the peak of the contest, a moment of brutal intense competition between two muscle gods!

Rodrick_Kent:

Rodrick_Kent: Then I close a line, I commit a foul no rival bodybuilder will ever overlook. I take a step forward the two to my left! DeRosa perfect pose is obscured by my equal massive body. It’s rude, it’s arrogant and it feels so good to do. What’s more it is not clean, I am still too close to my foe, my thick back pushes into him suddenly. I only hope it ruined his stance and pose as I flex hard to the crowd! “Back of the line Beta Bitch.” I say as the shadow of presence falls over the sight of my rival. My voice is not quiet, it carries not only to my worthy rival but all the men on stage. The hostility of the words, the aggression combined with my attempt to overshadow my foe even for a few moments should earn me a point or two in the psychological warfare department. I feel my muscles all but swollen to the max and beyond, my chest and right bicep feel like they are hitting a new PR! I am so enamored with my move, with my foe that I do not see the other competitors stand back nor hear the MC calling for separation between competitors!

Jacob_DeRosa: No. No, he is not… He can’t! What the fuck, is he?? I feel my pose weakening as the thoughts in my head take over control of my body. That fuckin bitch! I still keep my bicep flexing rock hard, granite at its finest. But Kent seem to want to play a game of his own and he moves past me, putting me in the back as you copy the exact same pose which I just started. I can feel my blood boiling as frustration surges through my veins. You are standing in front of me, taking my spotlight and yet it feels like an actual slap to my face. A moment of humiliation. The crowd is going nuts as you are the only one standing up front, already showing off like the Champion! It seems to last an eternity, that I have to watch the back of your massive arm taking all the attention away. I drop my own arms and let them rest for a second. Not so fast, bitch…

Jacob_DeRosa: I realize now this show won’t be anything like others. No strict structure anymore, no more fixed rules to follow. Since they didn’t call us back, nor gave us other instructions, they want to make this into a publicity stunt. They want a headline. I’m planning to give them one! Still standing behind you, I start clapping my hands. The noise in the room blurs the sound but that’s not the point. I step forward across the left side of your body and ‘gently’ push my shoulder into the back of yours, just enough to get you a little out of balance. I’m still clapping, with a fake smile and I even add a bit of fake admiration to my facial expression. I stop right next to you and applaud at the rhythm of the crowd even curling my lips while raising my eyebrows while looking at you. I look over my shoulders at the fans and the judges, clearly shocked about what is going on here on the stage. But still no one to call us back or breaking the routine. Excellent, time to go next level!

Jacob_DeRosa: My muscles are so swollen right now. They feel and look like they have had a hours-long nonstop brutal workout. I put my hands on my hips and take a deep breath. My legs start to walk me straight forward again, almost at the edge of the stage. Never been this close to the fans and judges on a competition, the idea that they are able to see me from this close hypes me up like never before. I stop and turn around, facing you again directly but my head is still down, only to get full focus to my mind. In the routine, my muscles begin to roll one by one, sculpting each other as they get into position for the next pose. A pure automatism of shifts pops out an incredible Back lats spead pose. My head moves up slowly, adjusting the final muscles to follow the lead towards perfection, and now I’m looking straight at you. Only to give you a glimpse of the extreme confidence that my face is showing right now. My back feels like a war tank. Muscles on muscles on muscles. Lats flaring out like hell, shoulders widening the inverted triangle to an insane level. My legs open pretty wide, massive treetrunks on display as every fiber there is part of the whole. I play with my glutes just a little bit, flexing them hard to extremely hard and back and hear the audience appreciates it. Feel how my posers starts to disappear between my ass cheeks but I don’t give a fuck. It’s muscle perfection, even there, so it got every right to be seen like every other muscle!

Jacob_DeRosa: I turn my face to the right, just enough to see how the crowd is going wild over what I’m bringing. Feeling so confident, so powerful, so cocky. You are the one standing in my shadow now. You are just one of the others now, being outposed. Standing in the center of the stage, spotlights on me, cheering for me. Fuck yeah, this is my game! And I will make it last as long as possible!

Jacob_DeRosa:

Rodrick_Kent: The long seconds of my ascent let me bath in the adoration of the crowd. It feels so right, so powerful. Still I am not surprised when DeRosa makes his counter attack, I he is after all no weakling. His body and my own have the briefest of contacts again. Shoulders connecting as he surges past me all with false praise and friendly cheers. Yeah fuck that, we could have been boys, could have shown mutual respect, but this is war! The big boy is all but on the edge of the stage as he hits that pose, that attack on my masculinity, my dominance!

Rodrick_Kent: Damn it’s a good hit too! I can feel the intense of the crowd, the unseen force of his muscle, his charisma once again taking hold. I cannot see his back muscles flexing their glory but I can feel the crowd’s energy and admiration once again shift. He thinks to shadow me, dismiss my hard earned gains yet again! The sheer audacity is astounding, for a moment I am unsure how to respond to this bold aggression! DeRosa has them under his sway, his authority over the stage and audience seem so absolute!

Rodrick_Kent: As our gazes lock, as DeRosa share his look of superiority with me I feel it like a physical slug to the face. That arrogant bastard! Any hesitation, any uncertainty vanishing as I step to the left and turn so my back is to the crowd. Then I move in closer still to my foe, my left leg actually stepping into his space close his own thick sculpted right ankle. Then I shift, with perfect timing, without any obvious concern I hit my own pose. I am happy to match this beast pose for pose, to once again humble his futile efforts to unman my power, to take my place and my pro card!

Rodrick_Kent:

Rodrick_Kent: My own pride swells as I feel muscle contract and expand, my lats the last expression of aggression! I can feel every striation, even tense fiber of hard earned conditioned muscle rising to make war on my enemy! Our two titanic frames push in, our elbows bumping and grinding, spoiling each of our poses just a bit but the crowd, the crowd somehow gets even louder! The intensity builds, but for me no one else matters but me and the muscle man beside me. The man I will destroy!

Rodrick_Kent: The noise is too great for a taunt, for any conversation or barbed words! So I let my body do the taunting for me. I start to transition my poses, bring up my biceps for another massive blow to my opponent! My back double bicep is a thing of beauty, but for DeRosa I hope it is horror, a doom over his head! I hear myself shout “Match this bitch!” I am not even sure my enemy will hear me but the words, the pure aggressive release of them was as much for myself as him. I twist pose, letting one arm dip while the other raises, display an old school Olympia pose! I cannot see my foe from this angle but I know he feels my challenge, my attack on his position as we duel for center stage!

Jacob_DeRosa: Unsure how slow the time seems ticking, every second that I get the full attention from the crowd and get cheered on feels precious. And deserved. I’m a beast, I’m a freak. Can you get even louder?? Self satisfied thoughts go through my mind, until… It even gets louder! I am so drown in my own thoughts and the full focus to keep every single muscle flexed, that I didn’t notice how you came forward, next to me. Even touching me, well what the fuck is this moron thinking? I should have known earlier that you would not let me have this moment for too long. Therefore your ego is too big as well. I turn my head a little, I got to see what you are up to. It seems like without much hesitation, you bring out your own, I got to say it yeah… Impressive, back shot for the crowd.

Jacob_DeRosa: I keep holding up my own solid strike and keep my massive, bulging muscles in position even when I feel you trying to push my elbow back and I just do the same to you. Hell no bitch, you will not intimidate me anymore here! Before I can react or change something, you roll into your next pose. The crowd erupts now. I can see why. The double bicep from the back you are bringing is looking insane. Even from the side I can see it and it annoys me to the bone. In a reflex and without much thinking, I shift to the same position. My arms form into serious balls of pure power and definition. Together with my bull shoulders, it brings out a landscape of pure bodybuilding art. I can’t see my own back obviously, but the striations and thickness just feels on point. 100%. I look back at you and see you bring out the same.

Jacob_DeRosa: Who the fuck is this dude? If only he got back in line, at the back of the stage like these other losers. This was supposed to be my night! And it still will be mine! Our elbows keep pushing and fighting for domination, until I see you shift into the old school Olympia pose. Fuck! No words needed. That’s a clear invitation! It is automatic, my legs adjust and bend some and my shoulders start to rotate. From my wrist to the back of my neck. Every single fiber, every muscle, everything is pulsating and showing the ultimate definition. My face looking down at the peak of my bicep mountain. Frustration about you setting the tone and making me look like a copycat is turning into pride and pure confidence again! I don’t need to look at you know to know I’m the Champion here! It’s what my brain makes me believe.

Jacob_DeRosa:

Jacob_DeRosa: It’s my time to take over and finish the job! While you are still performing that one old school pose, I prepare myself for the other classic. I drop my heavy arms and shake them out while taking a deep breath. Sweat is glistening all over my body but I got to push through now. Focus, DeRosa! I turn back to the crowd, see how many are standing now while applauding for their lives. I hype them up even more, gesturing with my own hands to get fuckin louder!

Jacob_DeRosa: Still standing so close to you, I come with another classic Arnold. My left arm curls into a perfect, solid bicep pose while I stretch out my other arm up to the sky. In the motion my fingers brush past your upper arm, covering your bicep with my own. My hand keeps going higher until it’s right in front of the back of your head. My head moves towards my hand as I grin with pure satisfaction. Still at the edge of the stage, putting my arch rival in my shadows once again. Every muscle feels contracted again, every fiber in my body does the job. My bulge seems happy with the restored attention as I soak up the outburst from the fans. Now talk about horror, Kent!

Jacob_DeRosa:

Rodrick_Kent: I can feel the rush, the absolute thrill as I pose and lord over all, claiming the center stage with my massive aesthetic physique and raw charisma. It is an intense excitement, but somehow it is not constant, not as absolute as I dreamed it would be. DeRosa and his incredible body keep taking swings. His latest pose matches my back double bicep with a ferocity I have never encountered before. As we both strain and flex, commanding so much muscle I swear I can feel him, his presence trying to wrestle the admiration away from me! I can hear the unmatched noise and excitement of the crowd, but I am not sure who is claiming it!

Rodrick_Kent: Then DeRosa steals the initiative, hitting an another classic shot. He thinks he can dictate the poses, arrogant bastard. Worst still he looks great doing it, even with my limited view I can see it, feel his power and pressure! I hate to let him set the pace but no way I will backdown from a confrontation! I state to shift, slowly twisting my body to adjust to the pose to maximize draw attention! My whole body feels so good yet strained as I perform the subtle motions of posing!

Rodrick_Kent:

Rodrick_Kent: Even as I match my foe I feel the tense build and thrum in the building. I doubt the crowd could get any louder, the judges look torn between enjoy our stunt of a dual and being frustrated at our arrogant back and forth antics! Still I realize DeRosa and I are taking psychological swings! Our upraised arms cross at the forearms and we each try to force the other’s arm out of alignment. It is no subtle testing, both our forearms struggle as we both girth teeth and push. I can feel DeRosa’s strength building, the nature of this conflict become more direct. More physical! DeRosa is craving it, the chance to test strength directly!

Rodrick_Kent: That is when I suddenly release my pose and bend low, taking control by simply ignoring my foe. I hear some boos of disappointment but my hope is it will leave DeRosa confused and frustrated. Perhaps he will lose his composure entirely, I think as I drop to my knees and pull my arms back behind my head. I shift my body so DeRosa is behind me as I lean, letting the angle of my pose covering him partially, adding one more insult between the two of us!

Rodrick_Kent:

Rodrick_Kent: It’s there in that position, as my jacked body and manly presence flirting with the audience while pretending to ignore my foe that I realize the crowd is over stimulated. While moments ago there was such noise, now it seems the volume is lessening as folks in the crowd begin to hold their breath, all in anticipation of what is next!

Jacob_DeRosa: It doesn’t take too long before you adapt your position into something theatrical and I immediately feel the attention shift from the crowd going back at your direction. They have never seen a show like this before, it hasn’t been allowed before as well. I’m still surprised no one pulled us off stage as we have been violating rule after rule here tonight. But as long as this isn’t the case, I can keep going, and apparently you have the same mindset.

Jacob_DeRosa: The sound coming from below us changes with some casual boos and it kind of takes me off guard. What the fuck is going on? Curiousity forces my head to turn and lose some quality in my pose. That only gets worse when I see you drop to your knees and bring your arms behind your head. Damn he is not… He is, putting me in his shadow once again. I can feel my muscles trembling like never before. The tension is getting heavy, the constant flexing isn’t helping but damn the frustration. It’s getting over the top!

Jacob_DeRosa: I drop my arms once again, turn myself around and literally look down on you, flexing like a Greek God. The view of your pumped shoulders and crazy ripped arms showing off irritates me, so much. I have something in my head now. Considering the option, the consequences… I have to decide. Fuck it, I’m just going to do it!

Jacob_DeRosa: I step closer behind you, my knees pushing against your back. I’m sure it will disturb your pose, your focus. It’s just the first step of the ultimate provocation. I spread my legs a little wider while I bring my hands behind my head too. Flexing my core hard, make every ab brick pop out. Biceps bulging heavy as I increase the tension and veins pop out more from my heavy muscular frame. And then, I bring my hips slightly forward and press the edge of my bulge right into the back of your head. I look down at you and grin wide for the crowd, towering over you, like a daddy standing behind his boy. It goes silent, clear they have no idea how to react to this. I know this won’t take long, you or someone else will stop this madness but fuck! I stick out my tongue and enjoy this intense moment as I rub my package subtly from side to side against your neck.

Jacob_DeRosa:

Rodrick_Kent: The sheer fucking nerve! The utter under handed audacity of DeRosa. I can feel his attempt to dominate, to frustrate  me with his bulging muscles assault on my neck! I try not to let it disrupt my pose but I can feel my muscles struggling, starting to lessen! Fuck This! My face is inflamed as I rise up with very little room to stand between the edge of the stage and my enemies massive presence! Still I rise up, my rage softening as I realize I am once again obscuring my foe! I hold my pose for just a few, knowing DeRosa won’t just take the attack on his authority without a counter punch!

Rodrick_Kent: Even as I can feel DeRosa moving in closer I shift my body yet again. My muscles protest, demanding a moments rest as fatigue sets in but I refuse to stop. A muscle madness has me in its thrall, the need to out compete DeRosa is my only motivation. I shift my mass, trying to take advantage of how close we are, the heat from one another washing over us, the rough contact no longer hidden as we are all but tangled for a few brief moments of adjustments. I hit a pose that I hope will end this, one that will finally leave DeRosa humble and humiliated!

Rodrick_Kent:

Rodrick_Kent: I slam into my side chest pose, but it is not a smooth transition of power. DeRosa and I are too close, both of us forcing the other off his best angle for the pose! Of course the brute matches my pose! Our thick backs are in full collision as we both press the other! Our elbows are locked, pushing against each other with such force even I am surprised I can maintain my pose!

Rodrick_Kent: Even our big legs and tight asses are press tight, both trying to obscure and lessen the other. I can hear the MC calling for us to break, to return to our line or be disqualified but it’s all too much. DeRosa, his amazing physique, his unwillingness to accept my victory like a man. I find the strength to grind into him with even more force. I doubt either of us even realize we have both lost the pose, our struggle ruining the grandeur dispute our unbelievable pump!

Rodrick_Kent: That is when I feel the back of my head inadvertently slam into DeRosa! The impact, the intensity leaves me staggering, for a moment it appears as if we might both fall off the stage before I manage to find my balance. Still the attempt leaves me looking wobbling, weak, that realization is too much for oversized ego! I spin of DeRosa, fuming ready to crush him as my hands come up reaching for my fumbling colossal foe!

Jacob_DeRosa: As I predicted, it doesn't take long at all until you react to my provocation. I try to maintain my position as much as I can, meaning to give you no more space to move up as you could fall off the stage if I would have wanted you to. Yet here we are once again, our bodies now clashing harder than before. Somewhere deep inside, I hoped this would make you snap badly and lose it. Until I see you come up with another pose, another side chest, attempting to press me back again. Is he fucking kidding me?? I'm so confused that without even a single second of preparation, I come up to match your pose. It feels and looks forced, not even close to my best quality but it doesn't seem to matter in my head. I feel so pissed and annoyed, our arms battling for the best positions that we both deliver something below average.

Jacob_DeRosa: I'm so focused on one thing now: humiliating you, beating you, that I barely hear the MC calling us out multiple times to get back. My brain is losing it as you keep pushing my arm back and we struggle to keep our balance to not get the ultimate humiliation which would be falling off the stage. More booing comes from the crowd together with some laughter even and still some fans who are hyped and want us to continue. It feels like pure chaos. I don't even notice the footsteps in the background. Your head crashing to mine takes my full attention now as I stagger back, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened! You staggering, I stagger and our eyes find each other and are filled with pure anger, almost hatred. You will be so done, Kent!

Jacob_DeRosa: My right hand forms a heavy fist and almost in a primal reflex I raise my arm, pushing myself off towards you. I dont know exactly how many hands suddenly grab me from behind, could be at least ten, but they try to yank me back hard immediately. "Let me fuckin go! This is between him and me!" I literally spit out, pulling myself forward again, shaking to get myself free. But the security guards shouting at me to calm down and get back, giving me no chance to get closer to you. At the same time about 5 guys came up behind you and drag you away from me. The crowd is as much of a chaos like we are having on stage. It's just pure insanity, everyone is going primal as the MC seems to stay pretty calm and announces that Rodrick Kent and Jacob Derosa have been immediately disqualified. I stop my protest for a moment, let these words sink in. The MC continues and asks the other competitors to step forward. Who the hell are they even? I begin to rage in a crazy fury again, yet the security guards have pulled me almost into the backstage now. "I will fuckin ruin you Kent!!" I roar towards the opposite side of the stage, trying to find you in the chaos while I'm trembling on my legs and my whole body is too yet having a crazy pump with muscles exploding everywhere and I just keep barking more insults to everyone around me.

Rodrick_Kent: I am shouting curses and challenges all the while as five security guards manage to drag me off stage. “We aren’t done DeRosa, you hear me! This isn’t over!” I bellow as I am forced off stage. Twice I break free from the grasping hands of inferior men but each time they are fast enough to grab me again, to hold me back under sheer numbers and weight. My rage and frustration cloud my mind, as two more men swarm me I see more men in rushing DeRosa desperately trying to keep him contained and us separated. They are clumsy and heavy but they get the job done!

Rodrick_Kent: They pull me not towards the backstage assigned to the competitors but rather in an attempt to keep DeRosa and myself separate I am escorted to the stage area quickest exit, then to the back stage offices! Seven men, if you can describe them as such, make a line looking fearful of confronting me. The poor beta males, some in security uniforms other appear show organizers or stage crew, are all cowering back asking me to stay calm, telling me they don’t want any trouble. My body still trembles with fury and adrenaline making them fall back more.

Rodrick_Kent: “Like I have any interest in breaking you overweight weaklings.” I say my voice dripping with contempt and pride. I shake my head in disgust then take a deep breath. “One of you brave men go get my stuff backstage and I will be on my way. Now!!”

Rodrick_Kent: Suddenly two of the guys dressed like stage hands happily take the opportunity to leave to fetch my things. “Slot 111, just like my number idiots.” I snarl as I look at the others. One of the security guards listens to his ear piece as his face go pales, then he ask someone on the other end to repeat themselves. I roll my eyes, not even caring what happens next with these lesser men. My mind and body are still so pumped, my pulse pounding as I consider how to get back to DeRosa!

Rodrick_Kent: The security guy with mic steps up almost timidly to me. “Mr Kent, they want us to lock you in the managers office….just till you are ready to leave and we have DeRosa out of the building….” His voice trails off, his eyes almost plead with me. “If you agree the promoters say they won’t fine you or press to have you banned….” Again his voice fails him as I talk a step towards him, my every muscles bulge with power and definition.

Rodrick_Kent: “Lead the way before you wet yourself.”