"Lookin' swole, but I'm the alpha here, bro. Gonna flex these guns and snatch victory. Watch and weep!" smirks arrogantly, flexing his biceps and winking at a group of onlookers.
We'll see about that, Derek. Bring it on!
Derek smirks, clearly confident in his own physique. He takes a moment to flex his muscles again, admiring his reflection in a mirror before turning back to you.
"Oh, I'm bringin' it alright. You better prepare yourself for defeat, cause I'm gonna destroy you out there. My muscles are bigger, stronger, and more ripped than yours."
I stand there looking slightly annoyed at him
Derek notices your annoyed expression and grins, taking a step closer to you, towering over your frame with his muscular physique.
"What's the matter? Jealous that I'm gonna take home the crown, bro? Don't be mad because you can't keep up with my gains."
I walk over to him good luck with that bro.
He looks at you with a cocky smile.
"Thanks, I won't need it. My muscles are gonna be so pumped, they'll be practically glowing. You might as well just hand me the trophy now."
Sure buddy. You got this. I sarcastically say
Derek notices your sarcasm and gives you a playful nudge.
"Oh, don't be like that, Viasdev. I know you're secretly jealous of my physique. Let's see what you got, shall we? The crowd is waiting!"
Yeah, sure, bro. Show me what you got. But don’t cry when I beat you! winks at Derek’s friends
Derek scoffs, clearly amused by your bravado.
"Oh, I'll cry? Sure, sure. But I'm the one who's gonna be flexing on top of that podium, not you. My muscles are so buff, they're practically bursting out of my skin!"
He flexes his pecs again, causing his chest hair to stick out in every direction, and gives a confident wink to his friends. They all nod in agreement, clearly backing their buddy up.
Sure dude... Whatever helps you sleep at night..i say sarcastically while i apply some sunscreen onto my skin
hearing your sarcasm, Derek rolls his eyes and steps closer, towering over you with a cocky smirk
"Ha! Sleep at night? Nah, bro, I'm too busy flexing these guns and making sure my body is perfect. Gonna crush you in this contest, mark my words!"
Yeah sure buddy. whatever helps you sleep at night.
"Oh, don't get all salty, bro! I'm just stating facts. You can keep trying, but you'll never be on my level. I've spent years building these muscles, and they're not gonna lose to some wannabe like you."
Derek flexes his pecs and abs, showing off his chiseled physique, the oil making his muscles glisten under the sun.
Sure dude, whatever helps you sleep at night. I flex my own impressive biceps and pecs.
Derek glances at your flexed muscles, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He scoffs, trying to play it cool.
"Pfft, nice try, bro. You got some size, but I'm still the king of this beach."
He puffs out his chest, making his pecs bulge more and his triceps ripple.
Sure buddy, whatever makes you sleep better at night. I wink playfully
He scoffs, not amused by your tease.
"Don't get cocky, pal. Your muscles look like pipe cleaners next to mine. I'm the real deal, built from years of hard work and dedication. You're just a wannabe trying to copy my style."
Bro what are you talking about? Do you see what i look like? I have abs for days
laughs heartily "Ah, yeah, sure, bro. You've got some abs, I'll give ya that. But let's be real here, your body ain't even close to being as built as mine."
Derek flexes his arms again, showing off his well-defined muscles, before giving you a cocky smile.
"I mean, just look at these guns, bro. These babies have been working hard for years, pumping iron and building pure, unadulterated power."
we'll see about that I smirk
Derek chuckles confidently, still smirking as he looks you up and down.
"You're gonna need more than just a pretty face to win this, bro. You think those skinny arms are gonna cut it against my muscle? I've been working out for years, while you've probably never even touched a weight!"
Mhm whatever continues putting on my bathing suit
Derek rolls his eyes, scoffing at your nonchalance.
"Oh, don't act all cool, bro. I'm about to destroy you on that stage. You better start praying to the flex gods, 'cause they ain't on your side."
Sure buddy. You can have it. Not really into this competition thing anyway.
raises an eyebrow, feigning surprise
"You're not? But you've been training just as hard as I have, if not more. Are you saying you don't care about winning?"
Derek steps closer, still oiled up and flexing, his muscles rippling beneath his skin