More conclusive proof that competitive bodybuilding is teh gay.
To answer the original poster's question, "is it better to have competed or not competed"... it's better to have not competed, since competing consists of oiling up your body, putting on a thong, and prancing around on a stage for a bunch of cheering fags.
Hope this helps.
Well, there was Berry DeMey's routine. Apparently, he's really good at roulette.....so good that a sensous brunette offer him the key to her hotel room, which she unearths from her massive mammaries after he wins a big round.
DeMey shows up; they dance. She yanks off his tie; he unzips her dress....(fade out).........
(Fade in).....DeMey kisses the damsel, still grinning in post-orgasmic bliss. He tells her he'll be right back.
How nice!!! The Flexing Dutchman takes time out from his "activities" to flex and pose for the WBF fans. Of course, when Mean Gene Okerlund interviews him, DeMey tells everyone how great it is to pose for the audience and how proud he is to be a member of the WBF. But, he asks Okerlund to be excused as he "has some business to take care there".
(Post-film; DeMey is the only guy who had one) The lady freshens up DeMey's glass but adds a little mysterious powder to it and stirs. To which Vince McMahon (doing commentary) replies, "
I thought the WBF was supposed to be drug-free" She offers DeMey the glass. But, being the suave cat that he is, the Flexing Dutchman takes the other glass, toasts it against her (now, the one with the substance) and drinks the champagne with a grin.