Sunday, May 8, 2016

Rolf the misogynist (very short story)

Rolf flexed his magnificent muscles that glistened under the stage lights, confidently knowing he would win the contest. He turned his back to the judges, clenching his vice like buttocks and tensing his broad back into a sheet of rippled steel. He arrogantly looked over his shoulder at the only female judge and smiled at her like a wolf.

The other contestants were smaller than him. Inferior. She was a woman and inferior. This contest was his, SHE was his. It was all coming together. Soon everyone would recognize what he had always known. Rolf had the best body in the region, possibly the world. Rolf was the best.

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The end was approaching; he stood with his head high, like a king surveying his subjects in the audience. The results were read by the female judge. He didn’t win. Wait, what? He didn’t win? Impossible. He looked at the judges. Surely both men were on his side. It must have been the bitch. He glared at her, and mouthed the word “cunt” hoping she could read his lips.

When all the contestants left the stage to make room for the female competition, Rolf waited in the wings, and watched to see where the judge went. He followed her, and when she was alone grabbed her by the shoulder. “Bitch!” He screamed at her face. He wasn’t afraid anyone could hear him over the blasting music in the auditorium. “Whore! How dare you rob me?”

“That contest was mine! You ruined it for me, and now you have to fix it or I’ll… Well, you don’t want to know what I’ll do to you. I want to do it again. This time you’ll judge me fairly.”

She looked startled and confused for a moment. “Are you saying you want to compete again?”

“Yes bitch, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Well, I’m afraid the male competition is over. The Women are competing now.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that, you make it happen. I want to compete again, right now!” He was screaming so loud the people in the auditorium could probably hear.

Calmly, quietly she replied. “You know what Rolf. It’s your lucky day. I just happen to be someone who can give you what you want. You can compete again, right now. In fact, I’ll send you up on stage this moment. Just remember, you asked for this.”


With a flash of light, Rolf disappeared from the wing of the auditorium, and reappeared on stage. The music was blasting; the lights and all eyes were on him. He looked down at the thousands of people and saw his body. Something was wrong. Very wrong…

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