Ultimately it would not matter if Nasser withered down to 200 pounds or stayed at a hugely impressive and amazing 317 lbs.
This is a man who battled, shook and fought the indifference of the world, the cosmos, until it had to respect him; to notice him.
The world acknowledged him and in turn said "yes, I notice you. You made your mark upon me".
None of the broken, shattered and embittered failures will know the feeling of standing on that stage and hearing "the winner is Nasser El Sonbaty" and being given a check by Arnold as people scream for HIM, his beautiful and powerful physique.
They will never reject the advances of countless females as Nasser is forced to do.
As mother calls to them that their laundry is done they won't understand the thrill that Nasser gets as he puts his foot to the pedal and burns up the road in his top of the line AMG.
From their tawdry, ghastly and anonymous bolthouses these consummate failures will type their words and post their chicken leg pictures in a vain and shrill voice, attempting to ask the world to recognise them as it did Nasser.
It's really quite pitiful to see.
Nasser El Sonbaty, the perfect man. His brilliance is so bright it reflect the failure back into the feces faces of the pumpkinheads.