It was a typical Sunday morning, I kissed my model wife on the cheek as she was still ravaged from the supermodel orgy from the previous night, hopped into my rolls royce and was off to the gym. I walked in finger fucked the chick at the front desk and was ready to wage war with the iron. Feeling invigorated from my pre workout fish taco, I decided to take things up a notch.
I warmed up with leg extensions for the stack, slid knee wraps below my 35 inch thighs and proceeded to the squat rack. As i made my pilgrimage to the sacred grounds i noticed a line forming. I figured hey, if these twinks want a show they're gonna get one, BOOM! Much to my dismay the one bar was in use. Don't ask why a multi millionaire goes to a gym with one Olympic bar. As the confrontation was getting heated, i could feel my 736 gram whey shake and 9 cups of rice kicking in. I told the guy if he values his life, he'll leave now and let daddy go to work.
Defeated he walked away, i started piling on plates when out of nowhere, he hit me, Laughing at this i proceeded to invoke lessons taught to me by the Gracie's and took care of this joker in ten seconds. Knowing my capabilities, the freshly finger fucked chick called the SWAT team. A German Shepperd was released, but the twinks neck was broken with my bare hands and military pressed to failure. The national guard was called in and hauled me to jail, but not before a fisting session with the front desk chick. Pumped from all this action i couldn't fit into a normal cop car. Updates to follow.