ESFitness: "Is that a gram?"
Brian Hankins: "New NPC card. Whaddya think?"
Hankins slides his card across the table; it's off-white, with the words BRIAN WOOD HANKINS: NPC COMPETITOR centered and embossed in black.
The assembled party gasp in admiration.
ESFitness: "Whoa! Very nice. Look at that."
Hankins proudly leans back in his chair.
"Picked 'em up from NPC headquarters yesterday."
ESFitness: "Good coloring."
Hankins: "That's bone. And the lettering is something called Silian Rail."
Michael Arvilla interrupts.
"That's very cool, Hankins, but that's nothing. Look at this..."
He whips out his card, laying it next to Hankin’s on the table. Off-white with the words MICHAEL ARVILLA: NPC COMPETITOR centered and embossed in black, it is basically indistinguishable.
"Eggshell with romalian type. What do ya think?”
Hankins smiles bitterly.
"Nice."
Tim Wescott then chimes in with, "Jesus. That is really super. How'd a nitwit like you get so tasteful?"
Hankins speaks in voiceover.
"I can't believe Wes prefers Arvilla's NPC card to mine."
Now Tim pulls out his card.
"But wait. You ain't seen nothing yet."
It looks exactly like the first two, except it reads TIMOTHY WESCOTT: NPC COMPETITOR.
"Raised lettering, pale nimbus. White"
"Impressive. Very nice.", Hankins mutters. "Let's see Muscle Matters’ card."
The room falls silent as Tim produces Wei Wu’s card.
Hankins speaks in voiceover.
"Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it."
His face creases in horror.
"Oh my God. It even says IFBB Pro on it."
