At 2 p.m. on 11 September 1993 he walked out onstage at the Civic Auditorium in Atlanta, Georgia. He weighed 257 lb. His skin looked as if it had been painted directly on to his muscle. He was stone hard and grainy. Every detail of every body part punched out into the first ten rows. No man had ever looked quite like Dorian Yates looked that day: he looked big. He looked bad He looked sick. There was no Mr. Olympia contest. The judges saw no need to call him out for comparisons during the muscularity round.
' I knew then, ' he would say, ten years later, ' that I was either first or last. And I wasn't fucking last. '
Eventually Wayne Demilia asked him to step forward between Shawn Ray and Flex Wheeler, just the audience could marvel at him some more. Samir Bannout looked at the three of them and said ' Dorian is first, second and third. '
