Road to the Gold

Michael Schumacher's journey to the pinnacle of bodybuilding had been a experience, that took him blood, sweat and tears, yet was rewarding. Under the guidance of the "Leaf Daddy" Nuzleaf trainer, Reijo, he pushed his limits day by day, sculpting his physique into a masterpiece of muscle. The gym echoed with the sound of weights clanging and the rhythmic grunting of the determined athlete. The more he worked out, the more he was intensively sweating, because the weights were set from heavy to the heaviest. With each weight Michael grew a lot stronger.

As Michael's body transformed into a hulked up size monster, so did his self-confidence boost. With each passing week, he could see the results of his hard work reflected in the mirror – rock hard abs, bulging big as boulders biceps, and legs built like rocks. The intense training sessions left him drenched in sweat, but he welcomed it as a sign of progress.

One fateful day, as Michael practiced his posing routine in front of the mirror, he was approached by the leader of the Swole House - Houjo Kusanagi, who just happened to be the manager of the local bodybuilding competition. Michael just happened to be one of the contestants invited to the show. Remembering his successful debut with a silver medal in the past, Michael accepted the invitation without hesitation.

He realized it was his time to shine in newer competition. Of course, he realized he had to face many trainings and contests before facing the legend himself - Zilch the Giant Gray Wolf.

At the competition venue, Michael was greeted warmly by fellow competitors, some new, some familiar faces from the previous competition, who marveled at his transformation. Some admired his dedication, progress and his newly developed masculinity, while others eyed him with envy, noticing the newfound confidence radiating from his hulked up chiseled frame.

"Long time no see, Michael." - a young brown haired and green eyed man approached Michael. - "You might not remember me, but I'm Adam. I'm one of the contestants that was in previous competition. You gave an amazing show out there. And, wow... You've really changed... Hopefully for the better."

"Well, that training really paid off, I should say." - Michael replied. - "I think I look huge." - said so, as he tried to flex his muscles to showcase his size.

"I think that Nuzleaf got you really pumped up." - said Adam.

"You know him?" - asked Michael.

"I think I've heard of him being the personal trainer of some Pokemons. Thanks to his services, they became huge beasts." - Adam mentioned.

"Well, Reijo happens to be my trainer as well." - Michael said.

Adam then replied: "That's fascinating. A Pokemon becomes a trainer of a human? What sorcery is this? But seriously though, you're lucky to have him as the trainer. I'm sure you've got this contest at your fingertips."

"Thanks, pal" - replied Michael.

Then along came D'arcy DeWinter - the elegant dark gentledog, who was a veteran of heavy weight bodybuilding. He welcomed Michael kindly as a good fellow fair player.

"It's been a long while since we met, Michael." - said D'arcy. - "My, look at you. You've finally reached the peak of your training. So big..." - accenting this, the dog patted Michael's chest in admiration.

"What training you just took? What kind of supplements did you take?" - he asked. - "Actually no, I do not wish to know. You can't hide it from me, boy. Your physique changed a lot since you reached the 2nd place. You must have taken it to the higher level. What kind of motivation led you to the way you are now is beyond me. But I warn you, this contest isn't going to be easy for you. Just because you reached this physique doesn't mean you automatically win. The only one who's going to win this is me. Now, if you excuse me..." - D'arcy quickly took off his clothes leaving only his Cyan Turquoise speedo, then flexing his chest and arms, showcasing his ripped physique - "It's almost time for my oiling session. You guys should get ready soon."

With that said, the bodybuilders began preparing themselves for the incoming contest.

As they began oiling their muscles to perfection, conversation of some bodybuilders turned to Michael's remarkable transformation – his jawline more defined, his eyes exuding a newfound intensity.

"He's no longer the same debutant he was before... he's a monster." - the orange fox bodybuilder named Theodore said in admiration as he was oiling his chest.

"I remember him when he had such Schwarzenegger-like physique. I wonder what training did he take?" - said Karl the gray wolf while oiling his arms.

"Perhaps he took steroids..." - thought one of the competitors, but then said - "No, he could've been disqualified by now. I do see his physique could be natural, but the intensity though..."

"He's not just a hero nor god. He's a Titan." - said John, the black bearded debutant who was oiling his back.

Michael didn't mind what others had to say, as he too, was busy oiling his body as well.

The muscular bodies of the contestants almost shined and were ready for the show.

Finally, the moment arrived. All competitors were introduced one by one, their names echoing through the arena as they stepped onto the stage to showcase their hard-earned physiques. Michael stood tall among them, nerves tingling with anticipation.

As the bodybuilders enter the stage, the show had begun. First pose that was presented by them was Double Biceps. The competitors showcased their equally sized biceps in front of the crowd and the judges.

The audience gazed upon the competitors' bodies with awe and admiration, while judges wrote out the grading of each body.

The next pose was the Front Lat Spread. The bodybuilders posed very confidently stretching their hips and holding the pose for the crowd.

It was high time for another mandatory pose - Side Chest. The contestants simultaneously did the pose and held it for the crowd and the judges. The veins popped up all over their muscles.

After a short time of holding the pose, they were asked to strike the Most Muscular Pose. They showcased their alpha bodies in front of the crowd and judges.

Soon, they were asked to do the Rear Double Biceps Pose. As they flexed, their oiled backs shined and each back showed off how big and veiny they were.

Now, they switched into the Rear Lat Spread, once again showcasing their shiny and oiled backs.

The rhythmic music of the show gave them a signal to switch the pose into Side Triceps. The veins showed up on their arms as they flexed them.

With each pose, Michael and the others commanded the stage with grace and power. From the mandatory poses, that showcased their symmetry and proportion to the optional poses, such as the Side Serratus and Quad Stomp, that highlighted their individuality, they captivated the audience and judges alike.

As the competition drew to a close, Michael stood center stage, bathed in the glow of the spotlight. Though the journey had been challenging, the sense of accomplishment was unparalleled. As he struck his final pose, the Kneel Down Pose, he knew that he had reached the peak of his training – a testament to his unwavering dedication and relentless pursuit of greatness.

As the competition was about to end, the audience was on the edge of their seats, enthralled by the spectacle before them. Each contestant poured their heart and soul into their performance, executing each pose with precision.

Among them, Michael commanded attention with his massiveness and size, dominating the stage with an undeniable presence. His exceptionally bigger muscles rippled with power as he seamlessly transitioned from one pose to the next, leaving the crowd in awe of his undeniable prowess.

Despite the fierce competition, such as D'arcy DeWinter, Theodore and Karl, there was an undeniable fact among spectators that Michael's performance stood out from the rest. His dedication to his craft was evident in every flex and every movement, earning him admiration and respect from both judges and fellow competitors alike. It was his best performance since his debut that gave him a silver medal.

As the final moments of the show approached, the air was thick with anticipation. The judges graded each performance, ensuring fairness and impartiality in their evaluations.

Soon, the results would be revealed, determining who would win what place in the competition.

As the things were getting intense, the moment everyone was waiting for has finally arrived - the announcement of the winners. The crowd held their breath as the names were called out, revealing the verdict of the judges.

In third place, D'arcy DeWinter stood tall, his disappointment masked by a gracious smile;

Second place went to Theodore Larson - the muscular orange fox, whose impressive physique had captivated the audience throughout the competition;

And then, the moment of truth. The first-place trophy was awarded to none other than...

Michael Schumacher!

The audience erupted into thunderous applause, acknowledging his undeniable dominance on the stage. As his name was announced, Michael strook one more pose of Graceful Archer for the audience as a gratitude for the show they've enjoyed.

It was clear that the competition had been fierce, with formidable opponents striving for the top spot. However, Michael's enormous size and well-defined figure had set him apart, leaving no doubt in the minds of the judges.

Despite the initial expectations from the audience that either D'arcy or Theodore would be victorious, it was Michael who emerged triumphant, surprising many in the crowd.

Many remember his debut with second place to be the most successful as he went on, but the recent show sure was an improvement over his previous debut.

Even his trainer, the "Leaf Daddy" himself, couldn't hide his pride in form of his smirk as he watched his apprentice claim the gold.

But amidst the celebrations, there was one competitor who remained visibly disgruntled. D'arcy DeWinter, unable to accept his third-place finish, kept his congratulations to himself, his competitive spirit burning brighter than ever.

As the competition finally ended, the contestants exchanged words of respect for each other and especially Michael - the one who reached the top. While some congratulated Michael on his well-deserved win, D'arcy's silence spoke volumes, hinting at a rivalry yet to be resolved.

Despite the fact, that it was his first time reaching the gold in a competition, Michael didn't stop there.

With each clang of the weights and every manly grunt echoing from the gym and with each sweat drop drenching his body, he continued to push himself to new heights, knowing that the road to greatness is still long and challenging. He has yet to face many competitions before facing the legend himself - Zilch the Giant Dark Gray Wolf. Under the watchful eye of his trainer, he would strive for more improvement and excellence, day by day, sculpting his body into a true masterpiece of strength and determination.