Bodybuilding is about as exciting as watching paint dry. With that said, its the same old bullshit.
During the press conference this is how it will go:
Bob chick: "Okay, whos going to win this years mr. O? What do you think Phil?
Phil Heath: "I am going to take it, I have huge arms."
Bob chick: "uh oh, it looks like youve been training hard, especially with your new supplement line."
Phil Heath: "I am at the top of my game. no one can beat me."
Bob chick: "I dont know about that. I think the Big Bad Wolf may have something to say about that."
Dennis Wolf: I win Mr. O for Mother Russia. I train hard. We shall see."
Bob chick: "Well, Dennis, you placed top 6, but you have a predator on your back. Kai "The Predator" Greene."
Kai Greene: "The universe, the stars, are all aligned for me to win the............blah blah blah."
Bob chick: "Kai, youve been hungry for years, but first you have to get by a vicious Pitbull, Branch."
Branch warren: "Well, you know, i just trained hard. Ill let my body do the talking. I have God on my side. That's right, God."
Bob chick: "You know, we have all this talk, but we cant forget the veterans. There is a Blade that may come slashing through the competition, Dexter."
Dexter jackson: "Ive been Mr. O in the past. Im the mack daddy. Im just bringing my A-game, straight up."
Bob chick: "Oh yeah, thats what im talking about. But dont forget Roelly Winklaar."
Roelly winklaar: "I do it for my trainer, my momma."
The end.