I start by showing off my pythons in my capped sleeved shirt, unpumped, but still so big! You know I can get pumped fast. I pick up my dumbbells and start repping out bicep curls. You ready to watch them grow? Just look at the side view of my arms. Look at how big they are. I love the way my skin gets tighter and tighter around my biceps. That means they're growing and getting bigger and harder. You know how much damage my muscles can do. And you know I love displaying how strong I am. One of my favorite ways is by ripping the shirts right off my back. Where shall I start? I pick the sleev...

I start by showing off my pythons in my capped sleeved shirt, unpumped, but still so big! You know I can get pumped fast. I pick up my dumbbells and start repping out bicep curls. You ready to watch them grow? Just look at the side view of my arms. Look at how big they are. I love the way my skin gets tighter and tighter around my biceps. That means they're growing and getting bigger and harder. You know how much damage my muscles can do. And you know I love displaying how strong I am. One of my favorite ways is by ripping the shirts right off my back. Where shall I start? I pick the sleeves, since they're so irritating, cutting off the circulation under my arm pits. I start slowly so I can hear that sound I love SO much. The fibers giving way, snapping and popping apart from my power. This shirt is at the mercy of my strength. I continue shredding the fabric into pieces, flexing along the way. I'm a beast! I can't even count the endless number of shirts and dresses I've accidentally torn in dressing rooms. They need to make clothes for REAL women. My muscles should be covered. Once the shirt is demolished, I pick up my dumbells again and continue repping over and over, grunting like the beast I am! There's something about hearing the fibers of a shirt ripping and giving way to my power that enrages me. I flex my sleeve stretchers for you up close and in full view before giving each one a kiss on their peaks!