Ironman Invitational Bodybuilding

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Ironman Invitational Tournament (Bodybuilding)
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Prologue
As an important and exciting event held every four years, the International Women's Ironman Invitational Tournament is another comprehensive and international event organized by the International Triathlon Union (ITU). Due to its unique competition system, diverse competition formats, fairness, and the scarcity of titles, it is highly sought after by enthusiasts worldwide.
First, the competition system and content of the Ironman Invitational Tournament are as follows: female participants, recommended by their countries, engage in a free-for-all, self-torture-style competition. With unwavering perseverance and an iron-like physique, the more brutal the physical torture they endure, the stronger their willpower to withstand the pain, and the more they embody the spirit of the Ironman, their heroic ambition, and their indomitable will. The higher their overall score, the higher the score will be. Especially the final pose in the life-or-death moment has become a highly valued element by the judges in recent years.
The Ironman Invitational Tournament has no title defense; the previous winner usually dies after completing the event. Only one Ironman is crowned every four years, with the title "Ironman So-and-So of [Country Name]," serving as proof of a nation's overall athletic strength in recent years. This makes national image extremely important in the competition. Inevitably, this leads to some extreme and unscrupulous competition at the national level. There have been instances of people jumping from the 80th floor while shouting slogans, leaving only a pool of blood, and even pulling the pin on a grenade in the middle of the arena and swallowing it—all incomprehensible acts with terrorism-like tendencies. After the second tournament, the organizing committee explicitly stipulated that while the participant's body (or corpse) could be deformed after the competition, it could not be missing.
A
beautiful thing. On a sunny afternoon, in the indoor gymnasium of the sports field, Zhao Xiaoqin, with short hair, was still performing a complete set of competition moves. She was a bodybuilder selected from Henan. Her strengths and weaknesses were equally obvious. Her strengths were physical strength and endurance, especially her static physique, which was excellent. She had long legs, a slender waist, a broad back, well-developed muscles in her limbs, six-pack abs like iron, and full, firm back muscles, like an ancient Greek goddess of the hunt. Her weakness was that her sense of rhythm and cadence was particularly poor. She basically had no musicality. Her performance of a set of competition moves was like a robot without lubrication, ruining the picturesque scene into a withered mess. "Xiaoqin, still practicing?" Tao Tao skipped in with a grin, swinging her energetic pigtails.
Zhao Xiaoqin wasn't good with words, especially after Tao Tao had mocked her Henan accent all morning. She figured silence was better than words, so she gave a short "hmm" and started practicing her backflip. Having grown up at the Shaolin Martial Arts School in Dengfeng, a simple backflip was no problem for her. However, after watching her movements, the coaching team unanimously commented that it was unorthodox and required serious correction. As a result, Zhao Xiaoqin couldn't figure out how to use her arms for leverage during a backflip, and she ended up slamming her head hard against the floor with a shockingly loud thud that seemed to echo in the air.
After hearing the second loud thud, Tao Tao helped Xiaoqin up. Compared to Tao Tao, who weighed only 38 kilograms, Xiaoqin, at 51 kilograms, was as heavy as a fat pig. Tao Tao used all his strength to push Xiaoqin up and said, "Watch closely, I'll do it for you again."
She leaped lightly, shrugged her shoulders, and executed a graceful backflip. The movement was incredibly simple, the effort and center of gravity undetectable. An invisible line ran along her shoulder, and she swung around it. Zhao Xiaoqin's eyes widened. Tao Tao was overjoyed. This time, she jumped very high, completing a 360-degree backflip. Not satisfied, she landed with a Thomas Flair, then bounced back with giggles, her twin ponytails swaying proudly. Zhao Xiaoqin felt as if she weren't seeing Tao Tao, but rather a young, fully grown animal, brimming with vitality and curiosity about the world.
Part Two:
The Beginning of a Predestined Ending Every morning after waking up and finishing her 3-kilometer run, Zhao Xiaoqin always had the urge to eat a large bowl of stewed noodles, and her mouth would invariably water. She would subconsciously close her mouth, recalling the milky white beef broth, the bright green scallions, the two thin, pitiful slices of beef, the bright red chili oil, and the wide, thick hand-pulled noodles. The rich aroma of the noodles, once mixed, would fill her nose. She could eat three ounces of noodles just like the strong young men in the village.
Now, she eats so much better than before. She only gets to choose tenderloin beef; pork ribs are barely allowed. Shrimp and fish are plentiful, and she eats five meals a day, but there's hardly any salt. Zhao Xiaoqin deeply misses the carefree days she spent in her hometown.
Every day, she had to take a handful of pills. Xiaoqin recognized some of them: some were steroids, some were growth hormones for those past their adaptive age, and others were drugs that reduced nerve sensitivity, acted directly on the pituitary gland, and suppressed mood swings. Moreover, the dosage was far beyond safe limits, meaning that even if she didn't die on the field, she would likely not live past fifty. She smiled self-deprecatingly; this problem would probably never be a concern. Under such extreme training and drug use, dying on the field would even be considered lucky. This was the beginning of a predetermined ending.
Three
. An Ironic Choice. "Xiaoqin, are you afraid of dying?" Tao Tao asked, looking at Zhao Xiaoqin's bald head. Zhao Xiaoqin's competition event and the methods of torture had already been decided by the coaching team: live roasting on an iron plate. Tao Tao was terrified upon hearing this and ran back. When he saw Zhao Xiaoqin, he saw her shaved head, countless earrings, and a nose ring.
Zhao Xiaoqin turned her face away, tears still streaming down her face. She said, "I don't know." Deep down, she already had a rough idea of how she would die. To achieve that muscular physique, live roasting is probably the best way to showcase bodybuilding. Because of the high temperatures, her hair, eyebrows, and body hair have all been removed, as the high temperatures cause the surface fat to separate, ruining any makeup. She'll even have to get tattoos to fix her makeup a few days later.
Deep down, she was conflicted. When the coaching team explained the torture and death method chosen for her competition, she was so aroused she almost orgasmed on the spot. She immediately agreed to the organization's arrangements, and a makeup artist shaved her head and pierced her ears and nose.
The problem is, after such a competition, if she dies, no matter the outcome, how much pressure will her family endure, and how will they cope with life? The only consolation is that the government will give her a large sum of money and continue to send her salary home. Thinking of her younger sister still in school and her aging parents, Zhao Xiaoqin's tears flowed again.
Tao Tao asked: "Then why did you even participate in this competition?"
Xiaoqin thought for a long time, remaining silent. Why? she asked herself. Why? Perhaps death itself cannot be avoided, but one can choose how to die.
Zhao Xiaoqin started bodybuilding because the girls at her martial arts school had reached the required age but hadn't achieved any results and were eliminated. Unable to find a job, she took a job at a gym and, somewhat haphazardly, represented the gym in a city-wide bodybuilding competition. Although she didn't even place, it sparked her interest in the sport, and she started training on her own. Secretly, she was lured by an unscrupulous boss with huge profits and became the gym's spokesperson, taking numerous revealing photos that were plastered all over the gym. She then began a career as a personal trainer, selling both her art and her body, gradually experiencing the pleasure and stimulation of nudity. She even offered bikini-clad private lessons at the gym. Later, in the provincial competition, due to her daring attire—her bikini was specially altered two sizes smaller—she unexpectedly won the championship and became a registered athlete. Unintentionally, she wasn't chosen by the national bodybuilding team, but instead caught the eye of the national triathlon coaching staff. After reviewing her information, they discovered her impoverished background and clean record, making them see her as a promising talent worth nurturing. She was also the first to sign the death benefit agreement, because Zhao Xiaoqin was moved by the condition that the state would provide her with a salary until she was 90 years old, and that the remains of deceased athletes who won the Ironman title would belong to the state upon repatriation, be permanently preserved, and publicly displayed for public remembrance and the laying of wreaths. Xiaoqin was swayed by this clause. People who love sculpting their bodies are often narcissists and exhibitionists, imagining themselves completely naked, without a single hair, with daring and flamboyant makeup, shamelessly and without any moral boundaries striking those muscular and seductive poses, watched by tens of thousands of people present, and by billions worldwide via satellite broadcast. How shocked her classmates and friends back in Dengfeng would be! How shameless a woman would be! Even the most shameless prostitute would rather die on the spot than do such a thing. Furthermore, if she could obtain the Ironman title, her body would be permanently preserved and displayed in an exhibition hall for public viewing. This would be an unparalleled pinnacle of personal physical display, an affirmation of her years of hard work, and a testament to her immortality. A bodybuilder's best condition and best maintenance typically lasts only eight to ten years, but her body could exist eternally. Rather than waiting to die old and frail, it's better to be eternally beautiful.
Zhao Xiaoqin asked Tao Tao, "Have you decided on your method of death?" Tao Tao nodded and said, "I've reviewed the entire plan and think it's acceptable. It's scientific and civilized. This is also a relief for me." Tao Tao didn't want to talk about her own death, so she nodded and left.
IV.
Gossip and Truth This competition was held in Shanghai, China. The Finnish team sent one person, the German team sent one person, the American team sent one person, the Japanese team sent one person, the South Korean team sent one person, the Chinese team sent two people, and the Indonesian team sent one person.
To emphasize the drama and spectacle of the competition, the methods of torture and death in each country were kept top secret. However, this didn't deter the ever-present paparazzi from various countries. Before the competition, a deluge of rumors circulated, making it difficult to distinguish truth from falsehood. For example, Japan, the home country of last year's Ironman title winner Yoko Takagi, was still considered a favorite to win, possibly using a modified and upgraded technique—the cross-cut. The US team reportedly airlifted a giant air-cooled compressor, possibly related to the extreme cold torture. South Korea's Choi Geum-ryeong was brimming with confidence before the competition, vowing to bring home South Korea's first title on Chinese soil, but became evasive when discussing specific details. These various rumors only fueled public curiosity. Conversely, the two athletes on the Chinese team maintained a low profile, leading to speculation about what methods this mysterious nation would use to showcase its host country's power.
The training venue was bustling with activity that morning. Zhao Xiaoqin and Tao Tao had received a notice yesterday that several leaders from the State General Administration of Sport would be coming to inspect their training progress in the next few days. The coaching team attached great importance to this inspection, considering it the highest-level inspection they had ever conducted. They were required to take their responsibilities seriously, live up to their mission, and practice in full
makeup, strictly adhering to competition requirements. After breakfast, they were taken to the dressing room to get ready. A full competition simulation meant going on stage completely naked. Zhao Xiaoqin usually wore sportswear for training, only wearing a bikini for formal rehearsals. This was her first time going on stage completely naked in front of the coaching team and leaders, and she was quite excited. She looked at herself carefully in the mirror. Her eyebrows had been shaved off long ago; the new ones were tattooed on, thinner, longer, and darker than before, and upturned, giving her a somewhat alluring look. Two golden eyeshadow lines were tattooed under her skin, and two vines were tattooed on her bald head. Delicate chains adorned her scalp. The makeup artist sprayed oil and gold powder all over her body. She put on her eight-inch heels and a rubber jacket to avoid getting the full-body makeup on. Standing there watching Tao Tao, Tao Tao seemed a little awkward and embarrassed.
Standing in the center of the stage, Xiao Qin and Tao Tao bowed to the inspection team leaders. The coaching team introduced the two athletes to the leaders. Then, it was announced that the inspection performance would officially begin.
Xiao Qin took off her jacket first and walked confidently naked onto the stage, the lights shining brightly on her muscular body. Director Wang from the General Administration, sitting in the front row, adjusted his glasses. A former track and field athlete, he had a deep interest in politics. In his thirties, in the prime of his life, he couldn't help but have some thoughts upon seeing this youthful and strong body.
Xiaoqin diligently performed the entire routine: standing upright, squatting to showcase her lower body muscles, spreading her legs to display her thigh muscles, and demonstrating her muscles from the front, side, and back. Finally, she struck a one-legged pose, concluding her performance which lasted several minutes.
Director Wang frowned slightly but still politely applauded. He then commented that the overall performance was satisfactory, and the athletes in the coaching team had made tremendous efforts and achieved significant progress. On behalf of the General Administration, he expressed his gratitude for everyone's diligent work. However, he also offered a few minor suggestions. First, regarding the Ironman competition, he noticed that Xiao Zhao used too little of her genitals and anus during the final pose. Whether this met the standards of an Ironman needed further discussion. In his personal understanding, an Ironman should be as strong as iron both internally and externally. Second, the high heels were somewhat odd. As a work of art that had been baked, the presence of shoes seemed incongruous and even difficult to reconcile with traditional Chinese style, failing to showcase the unique charm of China. This warranted further study. Third, given the athlete's martial arts background, it was considered whether martial arts movements could be integrated into modern performance techniques. Finally, Director Wang smiled at Xiaoqin and suggested she wear a cheongsam on stage.
Coach Shen immediately expressed gratitude to the General Administration for its high regard and concern for the competition, and thanked Director Wang for his hard work in coming to inspect and guide them. He praised Director Wang's presence at the training base as both an immediate affirmation and encouragement for the entire coaching team. Director Wang's speech was far-sighted, insightful, and practical, accurately grasping the essence of the competition—truly invaluable advice. On behalf of all the coaches, he pledged to the leadership to resolutely complete the training tasks assigned by the state and the General Administration. He noted that the competition had a long duration and strict judging, with other countries being experienced and traditionally strong contenders. He assured them that their athletes would uphold a fearless spirit, resolutely complete the competition, strive for the title, and win glory for the country. The specific next steps are to immediately devise a plan to strengthen the training of athlete Zhao Xiaoqin's anus and genitals, while simultaneously arranging for minimally invasive surgical procedures to improve her appearance. This will fulfill the tasks assigned by the leadership from both internal and external perspectives. Professional ethnic dance and martial arts instructors will be immediately assigned to re-choreograph the entire routine, striving for perfection, and the competition costumes and props will be redesigned.
Like a sedan chair carried by people, Director Wang nodded reservedly, glanced at his two attendants, and symbolically asked, "Does anyone have any opinions?" The two quickly smiled and said, "We will follow Director Wang's lead in everything." Everyone laughed, announced the end of the inspection performance, and the group surrounded Director Wang as they went to eat.
V. Death and Rebirth
Amidst everyone's anticipation, the 6th Women's Ironman Invitational finally officially opened. Following the pre-race draw, the first to appear was the American team, represented by athlete Brianna. Standing 1.69 meters tall and weighing 61 kilograms, with fair skin, Brianna stood expressionless and naked in the center of the indoor stadium's multi-stage platform. Her body was covered in bodybuilding oil. She stepped into a two-meter square crystal box prepared for her—which, barring unforeseen circumstances, would be her eternal resting place. Brianna's legs were shoulder-width apart, she slightly squatted, toes touching the ground, arms clenched into fists, displaying a back extension. She nodded to the staff below the stage, then smiled. The outdoor compressor began to run, and the American host began to explain that Brianna's method of death, as everyone had speculated before the race, was cryogenic freezing. The significant advantages of this method are a short death time, graceful movements, ease of preservation, minimal suffering for the athlete, and greater human compassion and technical skill. Currently, very few countries in the world can lower the temperature to minus forty degrees Celsius in three minutes.
As she spoke, Brianna trembled slightly. With her last breath, she straightened her chest, opened her eyes wide, and died with a smile on her face. Her posture remained unchanged, her execution flawless. She didn't fall or deform, and her muscle definition was remarkably well-maintained. Surprisingly, her body didn't frost over. This was likely a new technology in bodybuilding fats developed in the US. The ultra-low temperature maintained in the cooling space created a crystal-like effect, as if Brianna had been made of amber, translucent and exquisitely beautiful. The US team won applause from the audience with their advanced technique. The judges awarded her a high score of 9.5.
The second contestant was Choi Geum-hwa from South Korea. A runner-up in the Miss Fitness Korea competition for the past two years, she walked onto the stage with a confident but strained air, bowing naked to the audience. Then, she reached out and pulled, revealing herself as a bloody, muscular human form, her skin peeling off like clothing. Some timid audience members fainted from shock, and even the judges were stunned. The commentator explained that this was a design Choi Geum-hwa had undergone before the competition by South Korea's top plastic surgeons, intended to present a truly complete human form to the audience. The bodybuilder, Cui Jinhua, had her entire human skin peeled off beforehand and then worn. Before going on stage, the athlete had been injected with sedatives and painkillers. Cui Jinhua threw away the human skin and began performing bodybuilding poses, blood gushing out continuously. Each bodybuilding movement created new bleeding points. During the frontal display, Cui Jinhua suddenly knelt on one knee. As the bleeding increased, she became increasingly drowsy and lost consciousness. In her last attempt to face the audience, she raised her head and smiled, but all the audience saw was a red, blood-soaked skull with its mouth open before she stopped moving.
As the staff indicated, Cui Jinhua died from excessive blood loss. The judges discussed the incident, noting that although the performance was incomplete, it was innovative and truly reflected the spirit of the Iron Man, awarding her a high score of 9.45, a remarkable score for an incomplete performance.
Next up was Zhao Xiaoqin from the Chinese team, 1.67 meters tall and weighing 51 kilograms. The host introduced her as Zhao Xiaoqin, an athlete from the host team, who would demonstrate the ancient Eastern torture of branding. At this moment, a five-meter square iron plate rose from the ground stage; this was Zhao Xiaoqin's performance area.
A bald woman who practiced bodybuilding, wearing 12-centimeter high heels, stood in the center of the iron plate, her entire body coated in oil. While the previous two used bodybuilding brown oil, Zhao Xiaoqin used a brighter, more reflective bodybuilding gold paint. Her bald head shimmered, her skin gleamed like roasted barley, and her muscular physique was accentuated by a gold clitoral ring and gold nipple rings. She wore fiery red lipstick and gold eyeshadow, a flamboyant and seductive makeup. She also had a nose ring and countless earrings and studs. The overall effect was a unique and unconventional beauty. The host introduced Zhao Xiaoqin, saying she came from Henan and grew up at the Dengfeng Sports School. She intended to sacrifice herself for her country in this competition, and this act of torture would also be recorded as data for research on human heat tolerance.
For the sake of performance quality and the overall effect of the grilling below the legs, Zhao Xiaoqin's high heels were specially made to be heat-insulated. Before the iron plate heated up too much, Zhao Xiaoqin smiled and bowed to all directions, thanking her friends in Shanghai and around the world. The host then began to introduce the ancient Chinese torture method of "paolao," which typically involved forcing the prisoner to directly contact a bronze pillar and be roasted to death. This time, the Chinese team athletes used an improved method: the athlete stood on an iron plate, which heated the air, indirectly roasting the body, making it more feasible and visually appealing. The Chinese team stated that the athletes would also welcome everyone on stage in a special way. As she spoke, Zhao Xiaoqin slapped herself repeatedly in the center of the iron plate, both forward and backward, with great speed and force. The judges and audience in the front row could hear the slapping sounds. By this time, the iron plate was already slightly red. Zhao Xiaoqin continued to slap her neck, chest, and abdomen, interspersed with kneading techniques. Wherever she slapped, the muscles began to swell, and the previously slightly thin muscles gradually became fuller. By this time, the iron plate was completely red, and the surrounding scorching air made breathing extremely painful and difficult. Xiaoqin kept walking on the hot plate, her skin gradually turning from a sun-kissed wheat-yellow to a reddish-brown. At first, she sweated profusely, but as the temperature rose, her sweat glands were destroyed, and the rendered fat dripped down. Zhao Xiaoqin didn't give up and continued patting, her muscles becoming more defined and she became much stronger. Her waist narrowed, her shoulders broadened, her back thickened, and her arms and legs became thicker. The host explained that this was a method of meat expansion in grilling techniques, which the Chinese team athletes used to inflate themselves, a very clever technique.
The iron plate was already very hot, and Zhao Xiaoqin felt dizzy and had a splitting headache. She knew the final moment was approaching. She walked to the center of the iron plate, where there was a small, easily overlooked mechanism: a ten-centimeter-high, one-centimeter-diameter iron rod cast into the surface. Initially, the Chinese team had designed two plans. If they felt physically exhausted, they could sit on it forcefully with their legs apart, symbolizing a welcoming gesture to guests from all directions. This was the second plan. Zhao Xiaoqin felt her physical strength was still acceptable and decided to try the first plan. She inserted the red-hot iron rod into her anus. Because of her twelve-inch heels, only the outer edge of her anus was burned, leaving a round hole with a fleshy red inner wall and blackened edges. Time was of the essence, so she quickly pulled it out and used the iron rod to burn open her labia minora. She even twisted it back and forth to make her vulva and anus appear fuller. At this point, she planned to take off her sky-high heels so that she could stand barefoot on the iron plate and maintain her balance better. Immediately, intense, piercing pain awakened her numb nerves. Zhao Xiaoqin regained her balance, slowly raised her left leg, and made a kicking motion towards the sky. Then she tucked her leg behind her shoulder, putting her already half-cooked... With her charred, blackened, and slightly carbonized vulva and anus facing the judges, this was an exceptionally difficult feat even under normal circumstances, let alone in this environment. Xiaoqin opened her arms wide, shouted "Awesome!", and four streams of oil mist shot from the four corners of the hot plate, quickly turning into four fiery dragons upon contact with the high temperature, dissipating around Zhao Xiaoqin. Just then, the hot plate switch was turned off, ending the entire performance. Zhao Xiaoqin, now a deep reddish-brown, perfectly cooked, smiled, revealing eight teeth. She stood on one foot, the other leg pointing skyward, ramrod straight. Her golden genital rings, nipple rings, and nose ring shone even brighter. She was dead, yet she still stood on the hot plate like a work of art. Completing the entire performance under such high temperature and heat, using the most difficult first method, demonstrated her exceptional mental fortitude. The judges awarded her the highest score of 9.75
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The world is cruel, both before and after death. Only the victors can speak of their sacrifices and judge the rightness or wrongness of their actions, while the wrongdoers are forever denied this right. Years later, Tao Tao, who had given up the competition, unexpectedly found himself in the Ironman exhibition hall. He saw Xiao Qin, bald and standing inside a crystal glass enclosure, surrounded by spotlights. Somehow, her shoes were back on her feet. Tao Tao could no longer do somersaults, and crow's feet appeared around her eyes. Xiao Qin, however, forever smiled, revealing eight teeth, living in her youth. The Ironman competition had been abolished by international human rights organizations, and the exhibition hall would soon be demolished for real estate development. No one knows what became of this lifelike exhibit.
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