All I know is that the Auschwitz Oak is getting DWARFED here. The same bought and paid for judges would've given him the nod as well.
Mentzer was thick
Weak and small schmoe dropping wisdom.
So the story goes, Roy and Dan were once besties. Hitting the weights, in a friendly rivalry, then hitting the town looking for action. Always trying to "out do" each other. Finally one day, much to their own surprise, they caught the curious looks of a couple homely young gals. This interest prompted a bit of one-up-manship from Roy. Trying to impress, he did his best imitation of Mike mentzer hitting a most muscular on muscle rock. As visions of mentzer & glory danced through his mind, royalty gave one final squeeze, trying to bring out every vein, every striation and best danimal once and for all. But that last bit of strain was more than roy could bare and a steaming, bile-like, stream of orange roughy burst forth from roy's trembling bowels and just like that his dreams of getting laid faded faster than mentzer after the 1980 Olympia.Danimal, in an act of self preservation, pretended like he didn't know roy and distanced himself from the ensuing stench. Danimal said out loud what everyone was thinking "Holy hell, what's that fucking smell?" and pointed at the sludge pooling at Royalty's feet. Danimal quickly spirited away the two homely young lasses, shielding them from the disgusting sight that had unfolded.From that point on things were never the same between the two. Danimal was no longer a virgin while Roy became obsessed with mike mentzer and viewed danimal as the cause of the reck his life had become, in much the same way Mike came to view Arnold and the 80 Olympia.Yep. Roy is somewhere right now with a warm cup of piss in his hand brooding over Danimals betrayal , replaying the day over and over in his head , thinking he may have been able to save face if only he had charged at danimal, waving his finger in his face like his hero did to Arnold in Sydney.
I was a bit concerned due to his extensive claims about boxing prowess, so I grabbed him and broke his spine like a German shepherd. I felt sorry about it after as the realization dawned on me that I had just taken a life. But then realized he didn't have a life and I was acting in self defense and out of self preservation and fear for his aforementioned boxing prowess and intention to hurt me.
