EZAN STRUTS GOLD
Golden lights flood the Pageant Hall. And there he is.
EZAN, Alpha of Abs, Himbo of the Team, Golden Bro #1.
He doesn’t walk.
He struts, chest flexed, sweat glistening, arms cocked, biceps inflated with that dumb, perfect power.
His golden jersey clings to every ridge of his pecs, number 1 outlined in molten gold. Eyes? Glowing honey fire. Smirk? Cocky. Oblivious. Perfect.
He’s not here to win. He’s here to be seen.
He lifts his arm, shows off that 24-inch bicep like it’s the answer to world peace. His abs? Gleaming gold plates. Every step thuds like a drumbeat, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, the rhythm of dumb, muscular glory.
One judge faints. Another takes notes on his calves alone.
Ezan just grins.
And flexes harder.
EZAN enters the Golden Pageant not to win, just to dominate the spotlight. A golden jock god with the smirk of a king and the brain of a protein shake.
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