Sameera thought about his question for a moment, and bit the inside of her lip. If I were crowned queen of the whole world.... A wide grin appeared on her face, and she crossed her arms in a victorious way. 

"If I," Sameera took a small break from talking, to consider her words thoughtfully. She knew she had to answer thoughtfully, smart - but also something so incredibly dumb, that she would impress. "I would crown you to God himself, dear Ramone." 

Sameera smiled mischievously and nodded for a few seconds. She turned to look at the others, and turned back and winked at Ramone.

She'd be listening to the whole state of Sameera, taking interest in how desperate people would go for a man... Creation(s) would take it as an attempt for free cash... A free man... The lady she was talking to nudged her again, "Go up there, they'll let you." She said with confidence. "There's no way, I can't compare." Creation replied to her.

Ramone was listening tentatively to the contestants as they gave their answers. He looked over to see VictoriaValium still passed out in her chair. Was this a stunt or was she still just mesmerized over Ramone and she couldn't handle it? We'll know when she wakes up. After listening to Olivia, Ramone was grateful. To be given the true title of Godfather of Physique was something he held most dear. He wanted to have the best physique where ever he went. And typically this was case. However, being bestowed this title from the Queen of the Earth really made it special.

"What a response Olivia. I mean to bestow someone a title such as that... bravo, wonderful, a great response. And the violent act of beheading is always a plus. Why should anyone get to steal something that isn't theres? Taking their head from them is what it really calls for."

Ramone stood up and started to clap in her honor. The crowd slightly roared in agreement. 

Ramone had noticied Creation in the crowd looking at him. Looking at him as if she wanted to be apart of the contest... The way she kept eyeballing Ramone, something had to be up.

"You there! Would you like to participate? You look like you want to come on stage?"

As he called upon her, she did her best VictoriaValium impression and stood still. She didn't move a muscle. Something came over her. Ramone stopped and continued to listen to Sameera, hoping the girl in the crowd would become alive again.

"To be called a God... what title. Is that better than Godfather of Physique?"

The crowd cheered louder than the previous time.

"Seems the crowd thinks this is better than Godfather of Physique. I'm not soooo sure..."

Ramone took a seat as he waited for the other responses. 

"You there! Would you like to participate? You look like you want to come on stage?" The host, Ramone asked her, seems indirect, but Creation knew who exactly it was for. She couldn't move, she felt like puking, the public attention that she got, the butterflies in her stomach. "B-b-...ut." She stuttered to herself, the bounds of society as taken her for is way past its time. "To be called a God... What title. Is that better than Godfather of Physique?" He asked the crowd, almost like an attempt to forget about it. "Ohhh my godddd, you GOTTA GO UP THERE!" The lady beside her practically screamed at her. Creation slowly started to think, this can be my chance... I can be noticed. "O-okay... If anything happens, you're to blame, and I will personally find a way to seek you out, and you WILL be capped, got it?!?" Creation demanded at the lady, who happened to back away some, probably to let her through.

Creation, who at first dreaded the idea of ever being social, is finally going to be on the big stage, LITERALLY. She had no idea why, out of the whole crowd... Did the host Ramone noticed something different in her...? Was it the fact she wasn't always looking, and just taking peeks? The way she was more focused on Olivia? Maybe... Was it just me? As she slowly made her way past the crowd, women in the crowd were pushing her around, making sneer remarks about how she'd never get anything. "Little Miss France's the biggest whore in this town, and still won't win this." The group of women laughed as she walked past. Creation took a moment for a deep breathe, with a rather long sigh afterward. "You can't even fix your fucking hair, fucking slob!" Another woman told to her. Creation is not one to give a shit about fashion, she has simply no time to deal with it. She only gets it cut, never is it short, or too long. Her brown hair would just hang back behind her head.

(Just to keep it relevant...)
After all the bull-shit she dealt with the people around her, she'd be right next to the stage, still worried if someone would just go behind her, for a little stab. Creation(-) still couldn't believe she was even about to be apart of this... And it's all thanks to her curiosity. 

"Do I just... Go up here?"  She'd ask, hopefully being loud enough for the host, Ramone to hear.

Ramona comes out into the center of everything, radiant and beautiful in a room of fakers and chumps.

I am Ramone’s true woman. I am his Ramona; everyone knows this. I’ve decided to announce that I’ll be claiming victory on this contest (it was no contest… I am Ramona). So congratulations to me and may you all hang your heads in shame since, well, you aren’t me, Ramona.

In order to celebrate, I’ll be doing some 400lb bench presses.

Ramona lies down and asks Qahnaarin to bring him over the barbell, since he has such strong arms. Ramona positions herself. She turns her head over. She smiles at her love Ramone, and takes hold of the barbell. She turns her gaze ahead. She lowers the barbell down towards her chest and pushes it back up, waiting for the crowd to cheer. She begins to lower it again, but her palms are greasy with tan oil. The bar slips and falls on her neck, with a resounding crack. Fade to black.

Despite Ramona being taken away by the bodyguards, she still managed to get into the center of the stage, as she declared herself the winner of the contest. Didn't Ramone say something about her being a fake? Not the right one? No matter, she would watch this 'celebration', as many of the fans boo'ed at her, most yelling at her to get off the stage. Then the freak accident happened, with the crowd going silent when the bar slipped out of hands, coming across her neck.

"Bodybuilders are just too greased up..." She said to herself.

Ramone had just witnessed a terrifying act with Ramona's bench press incident. Her lifeless body caused the crowd to go silent. The contestants on stage were also shocked. The only sound to be heard was the quick footsteps running towards a trash, and the followed by someone hurling up their lunch. 

"What a freak accident..."

Ramone said to himself before he decided to address the crowd.

"Everyone, may I have your attention. With the sudden death of this muscular woman who proclaimed to be the one true Ramona, I'd like to a take a moment of silence."

The crowd and the people on stage bowed their heads.

"One must think if she had only bulked up her neck, she'd still be alive. A freak accident mind you but if only...

You know since the contest has been slow lately and with the unfortunate event of Ramona breaking her neck as she tried to sway the crowd, I must crown a winner."

The crowd looked confused as if they had just seen a ghost.

"I want to thank Sameera, Olivia, Allera, oh and I forgot the one who kept passing out. Miss @VictoriaVallium for the participation. Moving forward though, I think its only right to crown the deceased as the winner of the contest. She came forward while no one else believed her. She defied all odds and got the attention of everyone. She truly had no one other purpose in this life other than being my Ramona. So with great pleasure, I must crown the title of Ramona to....

RAMONA!"

The crowd looked stunned at first but a single man who looked like Ash stood up from the audience and started a slow clap. The clap intensified as more and more people joined in.

"Thank you again to all who participated. Perhaps another contest will be in the short future."