Two more employees put the weights on the bar and John got underneath. He full-well that the weight was nothing to him but he didn't want to give away anything just yet. He lifted the bar off the rack and “struggled” to crank out the reps.
“Not bad bro. Do you wanna keep going?”
“Sure. That was fun!”
John entered the contest matched the other guys lift for lift. As the weights increased the contestants began dropping like flies untril it was just John and the current bench-press champion and OWNER of the gym Jake himself. Jake was a huge man, well over 6 feet 5 inches tall and 310 lbs of hard gained muscle. They continued going at it until they reached Jake's current record, 700 lbs. Jake went first to the cheers of the crowd who had gathered to watch. He stretched for a minute then got under the bar. He cranked out four hard reps, breathing deeply with each one. He re-racked the weight, his face red from the exertion.
“Beat that, asshole.”
“Ok. Guys? Could you do me a favor and DOUBLE the weight?”
“Dude! Are you outta your mind? NOBODY could lift that much!! You'll kill yourself!”
“I can handle it.”
“Doesn't matter if you could. We don't have that much weight out here.”
John smiled as his eyes glowed for second.
“Check again.”
“Dude. I'm TELLING you there's-”
One of Jake's employees tapped him on the shoulder.
“Yeah there is boss.”
“Ok well. It's your funeral. I already have your registration fee and your liability waiver so when that weight crushes you to death we won't be held responsible.”
The employees placed the weight on the bar. It began to bend slightly from the amount of weight on it. John got underneath and looked over at the crowd.
“Count them off for me guys!!”
He then lifted the bar off the rack much to the surprise of the crowd and lowered it to his chest. Then to their amazement, he lifted it back up.
“1”
And again.
“2”
“3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 1-”
“WAIT, WAIT ONE SECOND!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYIN' TO PULL HERE??”
“What are you talking about?”
“There's no fuckin' way in HELL you could do that!! I can't even do that!! What are you? Some kinda ringer or somethin'?”
“No. I'm just a regular guy!”
“Regular guy my ass! Oh, you thought you'd scam me outta my prize money with some fake weights right?”
“Did you see me bring anything behind me? Those weights are from YOUR gym! Inspect them if you think I'm lying!!”
Jake strutted over and examined the bar. The weights were regular 100lb plates. And moreover they were all stamped with his gym logo on them. He shook his head in confusion. He must've brought out more than he thought!
“So, can I get my prize money now?”
“No! I'm still not convinced you didn't cheat!!”
The crowd booed when they heard that.
“Fuck you!! All of you!!”
“Ok. Jake, how about a little wager? Double or nothing. One lift. Winner take all? But instead of us, we let a couple of women go at it?”
“How do I know I can trust you?”
“Because we'll choose each OTHER'S competitors.”
“Sounds good. You go first.”
John smiled and picked Jake's wife, Regina. She was a physique competitor and part-time bodybuilder. She was obviously no stranger to the gym.
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