The two BIG, pumped up macho men glared at each other on sight, neither willing to make way for the other, being the alpha males they were. Their balls swelled up, pumping huge amounts of testosterone. Both men were about the same size. The two opponents spoke some trash talk:
"Get out of my way, punk," demanded John Cena in his low, boming voice.
"Who are you calling punk, punk," yelled Jake while bouncing his pecs, showing Cena what he was dealing with.
"Not bad, punk, but you are no match for these muscles," and Cena swelled up his very manly chest while doing a lat spread, full of manly pride.
"You have some mass, but these muscles are made to win brawls, not just to look pretty," said pretty boy Jake as he bent a metal pole.
"OK, you had your chance," insisted Cena as both men lunged for each other, an unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object.
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