It was a cold day in the Motor City. Record highs in snow fall were still happening every week. The cold temperatures were keeping everybody inside their homes and local businesses. It was literally quite boring. Ramone wanted to spice things up a bit with a competition. Not your typical competition but one that would satisfy the ladies. Why the ladies? Because Ramone had to show off his new physique. The Daily Hustle for Ramone was always a good workout. He always tended to his physique. So why not show it to the ladies? Along with that, why not show his true personality? 

He entered the streets to announce the competition.

"Ladies, I'd like to encourage all of you to check out this new contest. Its not really a contest... more like a game show. Since my presence in the local lounge has been a terrific success, I thought I would start working for a woman. You know, someone I can sport my physique to. We all know how great it is."

Ramone takes out a piece of bright neon colored paper and unrolls it. He takes out a nail from his pocket and hammers the flier to street pole with his bare fist. A few people looked and admired his brute manly strength. A woman even fainted. 

"Wow will someone make sure that woman is ok? That was strange. I knew I had an affect on women but god dang..."

As Ramone steps away, you step forward to read the posting.

*

Are you my Ramona?

A dating game brought to you by Ramone

Greetings everyone, more importantly the ladies. I will be hosting a dating game for myself. No its not weird. I have been looking for a special someone to show my physique off to and I think with all the ladies around these parts, I should start a competition. More of a game if you will.

The game is quite simple.

I will be asking questions and will be listening to the answers. Everyone will be listening to the answers... I'm not a selfish man.

Answers will be judged on capability,  similar interests, and over all sex appeal. 

If you are interested, be sure to get in contact with me. Let the games begin!

*

Ramone looked as a few ladies took interest and one by one as they finished reading the posted sign, he winked at them. 

"You should definitely enter the games."

As he spoke out to the pretty ladies, they giggled and admired him.

Ramone steps back out in the street. 

"Just so everyone knows, no one with a penis is allowed to participate. Check out the fine print of the posting."

You look at the bottom of the flier and it indeed said If you got a penis, you may not enter!.

Ramone steps back out again in the street.

"Contest hasn't begun yet. No one has won anything. I know there are a few contestants out there. Don't be shy!"

A gaggle of women had surrounded themselves around Left Hand Man Ramone. The girls gawked at his physique, they giggled in nervous laughter just at the thought of his tight bod. The latin lover flexed to the crowd and let everyone know his physique was only for the ladies, men need not apply. Victoria pushed her way through the ever growing crowd of folks who had come out to get even just a glimpse of the physique god. 

As she approached Victoria felt faint. A slight glance of the left hand man could keep a girl lost in sinful thoughts for days, weeks even. The sight of the whole man left shivers down Victoria's spine. 

I would like to volunteer as tribute to the Ramona games.

Ramone thought he had recognized that woman that fainted. She did look oddly familiar, powerful even. Ramone had that wit about him though that just attracted powerful women.

"Your willingness to volunteer as first tribute goes doesn't go unnoticed. It is great to see you as the first contestant in.... Are you my Ramona!"

Olivia was walking the streets when she came across a situation involving a rather…. interesting… man she’d met. He was making some sort of announcement and Olivia just knew it would be hilarious. He started talking about some sort of game show contest and then put up a flyer on a street pole.

Olivia saw a nearby woman, who looked a lot like VictoriaValium, faint simply at the sight of Ramone. Olivia had to admit that the man had a nice physique, but fainting seemed a bit overboard. Still, she at least wanted to investigate what all of this was about as she was horribly bored and anything involving Ramone almost certainly meant amusement.

She approached the street pole and read over the flyer; it described a question and answer type game which would determine who would be named as the winner, or in this case as his “Ramona”. The flyer made it clear it was for women only and so far, only Victoria had entered.

Her blue eyes sought out Ramone and she raised her voice loud enough to be heard. “I might regret this later, but hey, I’ll enter too. I don’t think I’ll hold a candle to the beautiful Consigliere, but I can at least have fun trying.” She smiled brightly at Ramone and Victoria. “When do we start?”

As Sameera had finished her day of full of errands, she decided to take a relaxing stroll around the city. There was not much too see, but one thing did indeed catch her attention. On the other side of the street, a man stood surrounded by 3 women, one she recognized as her boss. She decided to walk over there, after having heard their giggles.

As she finally stood there and read the flyers, she could not help but giggle a little. She indeed had not seen it coming, but she was never one to turn down some fun, nor was she the one to turn down a contest. 'Are you my Ramona!' sounded like both a contest, and fun.

"Hello there, I would love to sign up too." Sameera said with a smile, looking on the other participants.

Ramone entered the streets to set a few things straight about the contest. He had noticed a few more pretty ladies have taken interest. However Cherry was no where to been seen. She said she wanted to be more social but when given the opportunity to support Ramone, she didn't come through. It was a shame because the Godfather of Physique was really earning his stripes lately.

"I'm so happy to see more willing participants for the first ever dating show in our streets. Welcome ladies...."

Ramone winked at them one by one and they all gasped in excitement. 

"Another thing, since the numbers have grown in contestants I will be closing entry to the contest in 2 days time. Saturday, March 10th at noon, all entries will be cut off after this time. And the game will commence!

And to hopefully clear something up, yes. I am the prize Allera. You perhaps could persuade me into doing anything, but who knows at times. My physique is uncontainable and sometimes I get wild. The Godfather of Physique cannot be tamed!"

To answer the question simply, I am your Ramona. I am built in the perfect image for you, with my tight abs and rock hard core. Ash asked me to come out here and proclaim my undying love for you, despite my offer to be your fingercuffs... to be the tight bond between the two of you. Alas, he believes I should be only yours, and I have to agree: I am your Ramona. I even have 102% physique due to some injections into my butt, which may or may not be legal. I broke two needles on my rock solid rear cheeks trying to become this woman for you, but here I am, brawny, hot, and ready for love. Hear me sing the song of love!

Ramone watched and listened to a woman praise her love for him. Coincidentally her name was Ramona. Who would have thought someone with the name Ramona would venture into this world and be just like him. However Ramone wasn't convinced. Just because Ramone had a godlike physique, didn't mean he was into one for a women. He preferred his gal pal to be different, unique even. He didn't want her to be muscular like him. He found it unattractive...

"Hey Ramona... I'm sorry to say this but you're just an imposter of what I'm really looking for. You have attempted to steal the show with similar looks and interests as myself but that's not going to do it for me. Its not cool dawg. Not at all. So please, go back to the gym and maybe we can lift together sometime. But love? No thank you dawg."

Ramona walked away with her head low and watering eyes. Ramone didn't want to completely dismiss her but with the interruption and the way she forcefully tried to be his wasn't cool.

"Anyways ladies... its that time."

A large bang went off near the group of pretty ladies. It was the sound of a confetti cannon shooting red and white streams of paper into the air. Some jazz music started playing and out popped Ramone wearing a sleeveless tuxedo. It was sleeveless due to the sleeves being too tight for his large manly arms. Somehow between the music and the cannons shooting confetti in the air, a small stage was assembled. The small platform had a single chair standing alone on one side, and four on the other side. They all faced the front so the audience could get a good look at everyone. 

"Ladies if you please, come and take a seat on stage with me."

One by one each lady came onto the stage. @VictoriaVallium nearly passed out again as she walked past Ramone. She really couldn't handle herself when it came to his physique. They all got on stage and took their seats. Ramone had joined them on stage and as he made his way to his own chair, he grabbed each of their right hands and kissed it gently. He even winked at them. Allera giggled as Ramone kissed hers...

"Now ladies is the time to start the contest. This is going to be a simple Q&A and all answers will be judged by me. I am a man that is more into personalities than into looks. So bring that sass when you answer!"

Olivia laughed at his sass comment. She looked like the type of lady would bring it no matter the situation.

"Are you ladies all ready for the first question?"

Ramone slightly flexed his arms to get the ladies going. His physique was really just too much for people lately. Sameera smiled as his glistening muscles stared at her.

Sameera grinned at the thought of what was going on. It was surreal that she was about to enter a contest to win the heart of Ramone. THE Ramone. As she sat down on her seat she crossed her legs and turned toward him. 

"I know that I for sure am ready. What about you ladies?"

She turned to look at the other ladies with a grin from ear to ear, waiting to hear their thoughts. She found herself completely lost for words when his glistening muscles stared at her and she could not help wanting to feel them. Sameera also found herself almost completely forgetting about the world the had to get back to and she was almost fine with it.

It won't hurt to just try out, she thought. If nothing else, then it will at least be a little fun.

Olivia was patient as Ramone announced he wanted to wait for additional contestants. After all, the game would be very more interesting the more woman were involved. She had to admit she was surprised she’d sit through something like this; her mother had raised her to be tough and independent. In order to be considered as good as the men in this world, she had to work twice as hard and be twice as good. Participating in a dating game? She could already imagine her mother turning in her grave.

Ramone announced he was ready to start and immediately dismissed one of the contestants. The woman, who had said her name was already Ramona, was uh….interesting. Olivia wondered if she was really even a woman at all but then again, if she said she was then she was.

Within the next few minutes a stage had been set up, confetti was floating in the air and Ramone had changed into a tuxedo. It made Olivia wonder if she was secretly dreaming…..

After helping them up on stage, Ramone came through and kissed each of them on their hands. He explained that the competition would be all questions and answers, judged just by him. When he mentioned sass, Olivia laughed. She was certain if that’s what he was looking for, she would win.

Sameera answered first and Olivia could tell the girl was impressed by Ramone. Then again, who wouldn’t be? That physique…

Olivia shook her head and concentrated on the moment.

“I’m ready! Let’s do this.”

Úrsula never was the first to answer, she preferred watching how things were rolling, before undertaking action.

You should definitely enter the games

It seemed Ramone had been addressing @UrsulaIguarin with that phrase. Just before it, she had witnessed this apparently strong man nailing a flyer of the contest down a tree and she watched as an actor fainted. It has been a great show to watch so far, despite the freezing cold in snowy Detroit. One could hardly have noticed the pre-drilled hole in which Ramone hit the nail.

As the actor came to her senses, Úrsula noticed it in fact was VictoriaValium that had pretended to faint before stepping forward to volunteer. Úrsula smiled as Ramone welcomed VictoriaValium as his first 'volunteer'. As Victoria, or Vic, as Úrsula's dad sometimes called her to increase confusing-names-awkwardness back in Vegas, stepped onto the stage, she heard Olivia, just beside her say

I might regret this later, but hey, I’ll enter too

quickly followed by Allera saying

This is a contest, correct? And the prize would be... You?

Úrsula was surprised by the willingness to compete.
Were there so many women around these shores that preferred muscles over..

Before she could finish her thoughts, Sameera volunteered as a candidate.

Úrsula noticed that most of the spectators were on the stage right now, and decided to show her appreciation by clapping as Ramona presented herself as the perfect Ramona for Ramone. Then she decided to turn around, mumbling

I am too old for these kind of shows..

Ramona runs up and down some stairs victorious, and does a few sit ups to keep herself pumped, sweaty, and ready. Ramona tears up a little bit though.

Don't worry, it's just some sweat. 

She looks over at Ash, and focuses back on working on her glutes. 

Right after her question got answered, things happened fast. Confetti cannons were fired, a stage was set up and she was led to a seat in front of an eager audience all in the span of a few minutes. It was too late for her to back out, though she felt regret bubbling up from within as the other women stared her down. She was way too uncomfortable with crowds for this to go well.

Ramone walks up to the contestants and kisses their hands one of a time, and Allera giggles out of pure nervousness. She sifts on her chair uncomfortably, shivering a little, mostly due to the cold weather. The buffy guy then tries to initiate the contest, saying something about sass. She wasn't even sure she knew the meaning of the word, but she nods her head nonetheless.

"I'm ready... I think."

The girl then glances sidewayds to the other competitors, and swallows dryly.

What the hell had she gotten herself into?

Ramone sees the majority of the contestants eagerly await for the first question. The look of joy on their faces to truly battle to be Ramona was really getting the crowd going. Ramone had noticed the famous UrsulaIguaran in the crowd... he even was able to read her lips as she turned and mumbled to herself.

"Hey Ursula!"

As Ramone called to her, Ursula had turned around...

"Are you sure you're too old for this? You mean to tell me you don't want a piece of this?"

Ramone had stroke a pose with her. He arched his back, popped his butt out and curled his pythons. His biceps looked like a small bird's nest with a giant egg in it. As he struck his pose, he noticed VictoriaValium had fainted again. She had been awfully quiet since the cannons went. He wasn't sure if it was because of the loud noises or if she just couldn't handle his physique. And now he knew.

"Just take a picture, it'll last longer. Trust me."

Ramone had made sure his admirers were taken care of, just like Ursula.

"Alright ladies. I apologize for the delay, now where were we? Oh yes. Are you READY???" 

As Ramone asked the ladies one more time if they were ready, the crowd suddenly became larger. A few more eager street goers started to pay attention. He looked back over to Victoria and she was barely able to lift her head up again. She looked like she was making a come back.

"Alright ladies first question...

If you were crowned queen of the whole world, what would your first royal decree be?

And just for clarification the title of Ramona is queen in my book." 

Ramone had noticed his clinger Ramona try to jump back on to stage. The local security he had hired jumped on top of her and they didn't seem to stop her. Finally two more guards came from the other side of the stage. In all, it took five men to control the wild beast. Ramone's clinger was truly gifted in physique.

As she was walking off, Ramone called her back

Hey Ursula!

Being an attentive person, Úrsula turned around to hear Ramone asking

Are you sure you're too old for this? You mean to tell me you don't want a piece of this?

After those words Ramone managed to flexed even some muscles that Úrsula never knew existed, and VictoriaValium acted to faint once more, and although she was impressed, especially by his mind-reading skills, she replied

No. Yes. 

Úrsula was known to answer multiple questions in an inverted chronology of appearance.

As Ramone asked everyone, including the fainted VictoriaValium, whether they were ready to go on, UrsulaIguaran could read the agony on Allera's face.
Úrsula reached out a hand to her to get her off of the stage, as @Romana was trying to beat five guards to move the opposite way.

Come on, Allera, you look like you need a drink. And so do I.

The show was slow to start, with the contestants taking time to come forward and people like Ramona trying to constantly steal the spotlight. Finally, however, things seemed ready to go. Ramona had been dragged away by two large bodyguards and a sizeable crowd had gathered around to watch. Some of the contestants were quieter than others, with Victoria apparently fainting every time Ramone flexed, but Olivia knew better than to underestimate her competition.

Ramone asked the first question and Olivia gave it some thought. There were a variety of ways she could approach the question – she could take the beauty queen route and wish for peace on earth. Or she could take a selfish approach and talk about how she would make everyone bow in her presence. But neither option felt quite right to her, no there had to be some middle ground.

And then it hit her, like a light bulb going off in her mind. She raised her hand and, when given the nod to go ahead, she stood and responded loudly:

“Why, of course, if I were named Queen of the whole world, my first royal decree would be to officially give you the title of Godfather of Physique Ramone, and to let all the world know that no other man, or woman, could ever come close to being as impressive as you are. No other person would be allowed to use the title for fear of me having their head chopped right off.” She flashed a charming smile at Ramone before taking her seat. Top that girls!

Creation, who was minding her own business, walking across the way, was pretty much ran over by a group of women who were screaming about some 'Ramone' character. From what she has heard from them, this Ramone is some muscular god, with unquestionable amounts of physique. To her, she thought as if he was some hoax, a drug abuser just to get himself laid. She wasn't running late or anything, so she decided to follow the crowd. She soon found herself in a huge mob-like crowd of women crowding around a stage, where a group of women was either talking or being busy looking at the host, Ramone was who she thought. She only knew Olivia, and she only got to witness part of her 'speech' to a question he must've asked. I must admit... He isn't that bad, Creation thought to herself. While waiting for any more questions from the host to the group of women, she watched as someone faints on-stage, also finding herself talking to a random New Yorkian asking her what she thought. 

"He looks like your type, don't you agree, miss...?" The lady asked her, it seemed rather odd how she'd point that out, was that even the case? "Uhm..." She looked back at Ramone, like the rest of the crowd, and would turn back to the lady. "I mean... He doesn't seem like that much of a drug abuser... He's actually pretty buff, he's not... that bad." Creation answered to her, trying to hide any shame or attention from anyone other than the 2.

"You should go up there, hell... Maybe he'll call you up, give you a special treatment." The New-Yorkian told Creation. Creation went wide-eyed, as she knew she isn't really much of anything. She's not one to talk to anyone, have anyone have any interest in her, which she does prefer it that way. 

"I-i... can't."