growth-without-effort The Price is Buff - Second Half

[FREaky]

The Price is Buff - Second Half

by F_R_Eaky

 

PART ONE IS REBROADCAST AT: https://muscle-growth.org/topic/8421-the-price-is-buff/

 

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"Hello, this is Brian Keane and welcome back to the second half of The Price is Buff.  But we can't start again as we seem to be missing something.  Johnny, do you know what is missing?"

 

"Of course I do, Brian.  It's..... JUSTIN WATHEN!  COME ON DOWN!  YOU'RE THE NEXT CONTESTANT ON THE PRICE IS BUFF!"

 

Vuk and Connor looked around like the rest of the audience members did to see who was called and would head down to compete next.  It was actually quite a tall man, around six foot eight inches tall, and slightly buff too. He strutted down to Contestant's Row, his spiky golden brown hair bouncing slightly, his smile big and bright white with perfectly straight teeth.  His body filled out his duplicate  NBA tank top like he was the pro it was made for, while the lower portion was covered in mesh shorts that were long enough on him they almost looked more like Capris. He found the empty spot he was to fill and the show continued.

 

"Now, Justin, I bet you and everyone else will enjoy bidding on this!"

 

The second half of the show was kind of a let-down, for the first two winning contestants at any rate, or any pervert who was aware enough to observe and notice what was happening to contestants when they won. There was Mary who took over Jason's spot after he won, and Carrol who took over James' spot after he won.  Both were middle aged women one being slightly overweight and the other being obese, although otherwise they both had attempted to take care of themselves and their looks. 

 

Mary was given the Clock Game to play for a chance to win a set of high fashion swim suits and tanning bed, which if she won both then awarded her the bonus prize of a trip to Fuente Juvenil, Florida via Ponce de Leon Vacations.  Unfortunately Mary had no clue as to the price of high fashion swim wear and took up twenty-eight seconds out of her allotted thirty to guess the correct price.  She didn't really even get a chance to start bidding on the tanning bed.

 

Carrol was invited to play Pathfinder for the chance to win a new car.  Her game started her in the center of a large numbered board and she had to step onto the square that contained the next number in the price of the car.  If she got any number wrong she had the chance to win a second guess by guessing the price of three smaller prizes.  Sad for her, she didn't know the prices of any of them or the car.

 

This next round the audience became more hushed and excited at the same time.  It was the last chance out of six for any of the people in Contestant's Row to be able to get on stage and win a grand prize.  Even worse for the next person called as this was their one and only chance to make it.  Now in Contestant's Row there was from left to right, Justin who took Anita's place, poor Eric who had been there since the start of the show, the empty spot Carrol had just left vacant,  and a lady named Schoenedra who took Mary's spot after Mary won her way on up.

 

Everyone began craning their necks to look at other members of the audience.  No... it wouldn't be that person, too simple looking.  Nor that one as they were too quiet and demure looking.  Anyone who has ever watched the show knew they always picked someone who stood out in some degree.  Their body was either odd, extremely tall, short, built, fat, or their face was extremely goofy or handsome looking, or they were the beauty queen.  If not that then their personality shown through like no-one's business: they wore a suit made of extremely loud fabrics,  they were something from the fringe of society like a punk rocker or Goth person or the homosexual flamer, or they talked loudly or extremely quiet.  They just has to be off in some way.   Needless to say, no one glanced at either Vuk or Connor.  The audience quieted  down.  Brian took his position center stage, and then calmly asked Johnny to fill his spot.

 

"I don't know if I can do, Brian."

 

"Why's that, Johnny?"

 

"Oh it's a tongue twister... ... ... Gravel.... No.... Grovel.... uh-uh.... Garlic...."

 

"You've done it again haven't you, Johnny?  You're attempting to say it without the first name aren't you?  Try it with that."

 

"Yes, that'll probably make it better.  I'll try that now...... ..... .....  VUK GAVRILOVIC!  COME ON DOWN!  YOU'RE THE NEXT CONTESTANT ON THE PRICE IS BUFF!"

 

Vuk and Connor sat there motionless.  Well, except for Connor who made one quick head jerk towards Vuk and then became slack-jawed petrified.

 

"VUK COME ON DOWN!"

 

It took a couple of people to notice his name tag and pushes and pulls to get Vuk out of his seat before he managed to snap to and run his way in his spot at Contestant's Row.  He looked so small compared to the other contestants, including Schoenedra, but after the shock wore off there was that flash of spirit in his eyes and that smirk across his face that had attracted the attention of the producers from the beginning.

 

"Welcome to Contestant's Row, Vuk.  Took you a while to get down here."

 

"Ah.... a-ha... Sorry, Brian.  Just shocked I was called."

 

"Interesting first name, Vuk.  Well, first and last.  Where is it from?"

 

"It's Slavic region, Brian.  My parents and I are originally from Serbia."

 

"Serbiiiiiia.... well welcome to the US hope you and your parents are living the life here."

 

"Thank you."

 

"Now what would make that life even better?  If you won the next item up for bids which is this...."

 

"It's the Ultra Pro Body Groomer Kit, with the shock absorbing pivoting neck and head to help shave all the contours of your body, with adjustable trimmer head with seven length settings for detailed grooming of longer or shorter hair, including a power burst button for trimming through extra thick and coarse hair.  Seven head attachments allow you to adjust the style of your regular haircut, leg shaving, beard trimming, or manscaping.  A wax and oil heater to heat up quality massage oil or body wax with strips and rub down cloths.   And a nail trimmer, foot buffer, and polisher to make your hands and feet silky smooth and your nails shine. Treat your body like a true spa professional.  From Ultra Pro Groomers  - Maintain the Mane!"

 

Connor sat upright in his seat.  Vuk had just a smattering of body hair around his nipples, his underarms, and his groin.  Otherwise, if he had hair elsewhere, it was so fine it looked like he was as smooth as a baby's bottom all over.  Part of the reason why Vuk and he still looked like prepubescent boys.  Connor knew that Vuk wanted several things fantasy wise: 1. He wished he was taller, like a professional basketball player giant size.  2. He wished he had big, manly feet to go with the height.  3.  He wished he was built like the incredible Hulk, and then some.  4.  He wished he had balls so large that whenever he came he could shoot ropes, several ropes, of cum as long as the entire room.  5.  That he had a massive cock to make horses cry, and... 6. That he was sexy hairy over his chest, abs, legs, and arms.  Oh, if he could just win that prize.

 

"Alright... we need to start off this last round of bidding.  Vuk, what do you bid?"

 

Vuk stood there lost in thought for a moment, but just before being called on a second time for his bid, he managed to stammer out, "Uhm....One Eighty-six!"

 

[DING]

 

"That was Vuk's...Schoenedra we now need your bid."

 

"Uhm....One Eighty, Brian."

 

[DING]

 

"One Eighty from Scoenedra.  Justin, we come back to you."

 

"One Seventy-five!"

 

[DING]

 

"One seventy-five is Justin's exuberant bid.  Finally we come back to Eric...poor Eric, who's been here since the beginning of the show.  Will you finally get up here with your bid of...?"

 

"One Seventy!"

 

[DING]

 

"Eric bids on hundred  seventy dollars."

 

[DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING]

 

"Oh... oh...well now... you all know what that sound means.  It means one of you has bid the exact price of those products.  That person wins an bonus of five-hundred dollars!  The person who won that $500 is the person who bid..... .... .....One hundred eighty-six dollars!  Vuk, it's you!  You're the next person on stage."

 

Connor jumped up and cheered as loudly as he could, but of course as soon as most of the audience stood to cheer Vuk's victory, Connor's whole body and his voice were obscured by all the taller people and their clothing.  Still once they all settled, he got to watch as Brian turned around and said, "Vuk, what do you have to say about that last prize?"

 

Vuk having been very observant knew exactly what to say.... "THAT'S MY PRIZE, BRIAN!"

 

The lights suddenly dimmed down like they had before when a change was about to overcome someone.  Vuk was standing there in as small of a men's t-shirt he could buy - he refused to buy in the children's section with the exception of shoes- deep burgundy color was the color, jean shorts, tennis shoes, and white tube socks pushed down to ankles.  Vuk looked as though he went into a mild trance of some kind, staring off straight ahead into nothing.  However, every once in a while he began to absent mindedly scratch himself.  First it was on his arms, then an attempt to scratch his legs, then he kept rubbing his stomach and scratching his chest.

 

Connor sat wide eyed watching Vuk and began to tent his pants harder than he ever did before.  There, sprouting all over Vuk's body was hair.... hair the same color, thickness, density of his hair on top of his head:   A few small strands appeared over the top of his feet, but then spread up and up, feathering out over his shin, calves, knees, thighs.  Connor nearly blew a load right there in the studio as Vuk reached to scratch his crotch, and Connor nearly exploded imagining how the hair was coming in dark, dense, and curly around Vuk's balls and shaft.  The hair then appeared lightly, just a dusting on the top of Vuk's hands before they moved up the arms and then created thick bushes under the arms in the pits.  Finally Connor could guess from the rubbing the hair was growing, spreading up and out from the crotch to go over Vuk's abdomen, obliques and then his chest.  The proof of that was when tuffs of hair began peeking out over the collar of Vuk's t-shirt.  The frolicking follicles then travelled up Vuk's neck, over his chin, and spread out across his jaw line and upper lip creating a five o'clock shadow that came in at eleven in the morning.  Last it seemed to travel up to Vuk's head for his hair, if at all possible, became longer and even thicker.  If he wasn't so short, he would make one hell of a handsome, hairy model.  The lights flickered back to their brightest and the show continued without a hitch.

 

"Alright, my fine Slavic friend.  You've won five-hundred dollars, and an excellent hair trimmer set, let's see if we can make your American dream even better by possibly winning this!...."

 

"It's a whole package of prizes! First from Inspire Fitness' Home Gym, this personal gym features a one hand adjustable pole position achieving thirty-eight different positions and heights for various arm, leg, chest, and ab workouts with up to as much as two hundred fifty pounds of maximum resistance.

 

"Second, it's a Infamous Lenz modeling and or head shot & boudoir shot package that comes complete with head shot pose and boudoir/modeling poses with three outfit changes, each containing an 8 x 10, two 5 x 7's, and 8 wallet sizes, plus 100 copies of your modeling/actor's head shot. Boudoir or Model Photos come in full color, the Modeling/Actor's head shot comes in black and white.

 

"Third it's a collection of Addidas BB9T's Men's Mid-Top Basketball Shoes.  Bringing back a nostalgic '90s look with these men's basketball shoes. Available in an array of colors, you'll win twelve pairs of shoes that contain great Addidas styling: Performance rubber cup-sole with translucent detailing, padded tongue and collar,  OrthoLite comfort foam insole that wicks away moisture .Synthetic nubuck leather, mesh upper fabric lining, rubber midsole and outsole , lace-up closure, padded foot bed.  Sizes up to  sixteen.

 

"And finally this five point three cubic beverage center by Danby with tempered glass shelves and door,  good for holding all your protein shakes, natural juices, or bottles of wine.

 

"Alright, Vuk.  We're going to play the game, Danger Price.  What that means is, under the game title up there, there is a price of $1370 dollars.  That is the Danger Price.  What you have to do is look and think about all those prizes and tell me which three of them do not, that's do NOT have the danger price.  If you manage to do that you win all four prizes.  Understand what I've told you, Vuk?"

 

"Yes.  I think I can do this."

 

"Alright, tell me which one of the prizes is up there that you think is not one-thousand three hundred seventy dollars?"

 

Members of the audience started shouting out which prize they thought wasn't the danger price, over powering Connor's small voice from being heard by Vuk.  Vuk looked at the prizes studied and thought about them for just a bit and finally stammered, "Uhm.....the shoes."

 

The audience roared with approval and Brian turned to the models and said, "He's says it's the shoes from Addidas.  Hit that button to reveal a price of.....[DING!] $840!  Good going, Vuk.  Only two more correct choices and then you've won all four prizes.  Which one is next?  The Home Gym, Photo Package, or the Beverage center?"

 

Vuk stood there staring hard at the other three gifts many people were shouting out "The Photos!  The Photos!"  but Vuk tried to think of all the times he had photos taken, or when out shopping for kitchen appliances with his mom, or how many times he wanted, lusted after getting a weight set so he could build up muscle and what the prices were for that.

 

"Uhmmmm.... I'm gonna go with.... er..... the beverage center!"

 

The audience roared a collective, but soft "oh" of disapproval thinking he had made a wrong choice.

 

"I don't think the crowd agrees with you, Vuk.  Are you sure that's your answer?"

 

"Yes, Brian, it is."

 

"Alright how much is the price of the beverage center, Mitchell?  Show us please!"

 

[DING]

 

"You were right!  You were right.  You went against the popular vote of the crowd, stood your ground and you were right the beverage center is $1050.  You only need to choose one more prize correctly and they are all yours.  What will that prize be?"

 

The audience more than ever shouted out the word, "Photos" just as loudly as they could.  They chanted it so much, folks on the outside of the building would have thought there was a famous person, an athlete by the name of "Fotos" the crowd was waiting to see.  Vuk stared hard at the two prizes left.  He heard folks chant that photos aren't that expensive.  They are nowhere near the price of a home gym.  Vuk hemmed and hawed nervously wondering which prize he should pick.

 

"I'm going to need an answer right now, Vuk.  Which one do you think it is?"

 

"Uhm.....oh..... I know this is against public opinion but I'm gonna go with the home gym."

 

Again the crowd roared a collective, "OH" in disbelief.

 

"The crowd doesn't believe, Vuk.  The crowd thinks you're walking away with nothing.  Let's see if that's true.  Mitchell hit the button show us the price of the home gym.... ..... ....."

 

[DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DING!]

 

You did it!  You won all three, Vuk!  The home gym was $1,749, while the photo session and pictures' total was $1,370."

 

"Yes!  YES!  That's my prize! Those are my prizes!  Thank you, Brian!  Oh man!"

 

"At least we ended the second half of the Price is Buff on a high note.  We'll be right back with the second Showcase Showdown after this!"

 

The sound of sound coming to a slow halt was heard as the lights dimmed down again.  Everyone in the studio seemed to slow down as though stuck in some kind of time warp.  They still were moving, getting the wheel set up for the show case showdown, but they moved at the speed of turtles, maybe even snails.

 

One person wasn't moving at a slug's pace and that was Vuk.  Well, he wasn't really moving, but changes were occurring.  There seemed to be a soft glow coming from the home gym and as it glowed and pulsed, Vuk appeared to grow.  His shorts and shirt that were so large on him even though they were the smallest men's shirt he could find, draped and folded on him more like a set of drapes and valances than a sportsman's  t-shirt or shorts.  But now... now they began to stretch and pull tight.  The folds began to pull taut and un-creased.    

 

Connor watched as a pleasurable look overcame Vuk's face.  He peered as a ball began to form above the tops of Vuk's pushed down tube socks. It was his calves.  They bunched and grew.  They inflated and swelled.  They became harder, denser, fuller, thicker and slightly veiny. They pulled at the hamstring making it tight and thick, which in turn caused the bicep femoris and the semitendinosis, or back thigh muscles began to inflate and well along with the frontal thigh muscles and Vuk's ass.  It pulled the hem of his jean shorts up a little as well as pulling free every wrinkle there was, almost filling the shorts to bursting.

 

The waist band and button came out next, not popping but getting pushed out and down a little bit as a slight layer of fat began to develop around Vuk's mid-section.  This pushed the hem of his shirt up just a little higher as his tummy rounded just a titch and his chest began to raise and barrel more and more and more.  Next came his lats causing the shirt to pull very tightly across his upper torso, but leaving loads of cloth and room around his abdomen.  His deltoids, trapezius, and neck muscles filled out as well, creating ever increasing tension in the fabric of Vuk's t-shirt.  On one hand the barreling of his chest began to stretch and pull his t-shirt collar down.  The increasing width of his chest, shoulders, and lats pulled the shirt tighter and tighter across.  Thus leaving a now larger area of chest cleavage exposed with ample amounts of chest hair showing.

 

Finally his arms began to inflate like balloons being filled with helium and the effect moved down to the forearms as well.  As his biceps and triceps grew and mounded they began to push the hem of his sleeve up into the groove of the upper arm and the deltoids.  It didn't fully move there, getting caught on the upper part of the upper arm.  Whenever Vuk moved his arm now the hem of the sleeve would stretch far and you could see the weave of the fabric stretch so tight it was near to ripping.

 

As the light began to ebb from the home gym, Vuk was left standing there looking like a fairly well built man.  Development wise he looked to be somewhere between a gymnast and a personal trainer.  Shirts just enough of too tight that they could hold or they could pop at any breath.  Veins criss-crossing all over his body, not too pronounced, but enough you knew he worked out.  No nurse would have trouble sticking an I V in him.  Short almost tight enough to be painted on.  Arms and legs just large enough that normal walking was out of the question, but not so big as to force the bodybuilder waddle.  Connor sat there watching Vuk breathlessly as Vuk's chest rose up and down,  up and down, expanded in and out....in and out.  It was hypnotic.  It was so beautiful the way his shirt pulled tighter and highlighted Vuk's nipples, which were beginning a migration down to the bottom of the pecs.

 

Now the photo shoot items began to glow.  Connor wasn't sure where to look for the growth, but soon realized it was happening around Vuk's head.  Vuk's brow got a little heavier, further down, but not out, so he didn't look like a Neanderthal, just a serious and brooding kind of man.  His eyes were slightly deeper set and richer in their brown color.  His cheek bones rose up higher...slightly higher, while his jaw line became tighter and squarer. His lips became a little fuller, deeper color, as his cheeks became a little more flushed.  Then his hair grew out, out and down, becoming a medium length, almost shoulder but not quite.  It feathered nicely, parted down the middle, and framed his face extremely well.

 

"uh-huh-uh..."

 

Connor breathed in a ragged sigh.  Vuk's looks hadn't changed much, but they were definitely amplified, highlighted, deeper chiseled, especially that jaw line, despite the fact that his body although well built and defined, looked a little like off season time.

 

Suddenly Vuk's head began to move upward.  His hands began to move outward and his limbs began to get longer and longer, stretching out further and further.  The glow was leaving the photo shot props now and washing over the basket ball shoes.

 

Higher and higher, taller and taller, Vuk began to grow.  The shirt and shorts began to become painfully tight.  Small tears and rips began to be heard.  Vuk's tennis shoes began to take on the shape of his actual feet and rips where happening down the sides and in the upper part of the toe area.  His muscles grew in proportion to him and he was becoming a big...big.... man. 

 

Soon tears and rips where all that was heard.  Back ripped.  Collar snapped.  Sleeves exploded.  Sides were torn.  Short hems and side seams tore violently open while the waist band popped off its button and pulled the zipper open after attempting to contain Vuk's waistline, prick, and balls.  Side seams of the tennis shoes gave way while toes began poking through the front and tops.  Ankles and heels began to take care of the top of the shoes and the back, expanding and shredding them to pieces.  Laces began to snap and break, falling to the side looking more like fringe on a curtain.  And then it stopped.

 

With a small flutter, Vuk's shirt and shorts fell to the ground on top of his new, man sized feet under a canopy of shredded shoes.  Although the models didn't seem to notice, Vuk was now in the same height category as they were.  He definitely was no longer a member of the "short men club."  The bios of Mitchell, Aaron, and Caleb all stated they stood somewhere between 6' 2" to 6'3" inches tall, and from the looks of it, Vuk was standing about three five inches taller than them.  He stood there looking like an off season amateur, four to five year experienced bodybuilder, who has just stripped off his shirt, dropped his pants, and was going to flex and show off in his underwear.  However, part of that description wasn't going to stay for too long.

 

The glow left the basketball shoes and then took over beverage center.  As it did so, Connor could see that changes were occurring in Vuk's stomach area.  Where it was originally a bit stocky, it began to tighten up, the smooth look was disappearing as line after line were cut and chiseled into view creating a washboard abdomen and exceptionally defined obliques.  His muscles each became more defined, deeper cut,  and just a titch more swole, fuller.  This... this was a fitness model competitor in the middle of a completion.  One of them that in just a few short months, a year maybe at most would be able to join the new ranks of bodybuilding pros.  Except for one thing, he was covered in thick, feathery hair all over his body.  It made him manly, it wicked off musk from his body, but it wasn't enough so one couldn't see the size, shape, and definition of his muscles.  He had become, Men.com, Colt, or Playgirl material.  If he could dance he would be a star at Chippendale's or appearing in Magic Mike Three: Extreme Pole Dancing.

 

Connor sat there on the edge of his seat watching all the changes take place in Vuk.  When Vuk's body suddenly snapped in such huge muscle definition, separation, and cuts, Connor stared into the eyes of Vuk, shook spastically, and felt a wet spot grow in his undershorts.

 

Then the lights came up to full.  Everyone was moving at a regular pace again.  Vuk's clothes were magically whole again, his shoes now fit his size sixteen feet, and one of the models was escorting him over to the end of the line in front of the big wheel.

 

"Alright, welcome back to The Price is Buff.  It's now time for our second Showcase Showdown. We have our three contestants who managed to bid their way up on stage during the second half starting with Mary, then Carrol, and finally big man Vuk, who looks like he could steal Mitchell, Aaron, or Caleb's job if he wanted.

 

"The object of the game is to spin the wheel either one or two times and come as close to $1.00 as you can without going over. Anything totaling over $1.00 loses the game. Each player will take up to two spins of the wheel; the wheel must go all the way around at least one time or the contestant in control must do it again, aaaand sometimes you get booed, although I hope our audience is much better mannered than that. After the first spin, the spinner can choose to either stay with what he/she landed on or spin again; on the second spin, whatever the contestant hits will be added to the first score, and -as previously mentioned- if he/she goes over $1.00, that contestant is eliminated from the game; otherwise that player stands under the scoreboard and waits it out.  Do we all understand?  Good.

"Now there a couple of extras. The person with the highest amount, without going over $1.00 will be the winner and move on to see and bid on the Showcases.  If there is a tie in amounts, then we will have spin off, where the same rules apply.  You get only one chance to spin but it must go all the way around or it is void and doesn't count.  The second extra is, if you should spin and land directly on $1.00 or you achieve a total of $1.00 in two spins you receive a bonus of $1,000 dollars and the chance for one bonus spin.  In that bonus spin if you land on one of the green spaces, the .05 or the .15 you win an bonus of $10,000!  You think that's special, hear this.... if during your bonus spin you land again on the dollar, you receive a bonus of $25,000!  Wouldn't that be something to take home?"

 

"Alright, up first is Mary.  Get on up here and give the wheel a spin."

 

[doot....doot.....doot doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo]

 

"And it looks like you will successfully make it go all the way around.  Would you like to say high to anyone while we're waiting."

 

"Oh, thank you, Brian.  I'd love to say hello to my husband, Ray, who is at work, but promised he try to root and pray for me while I was out here.  Hi Ray!"

 

"A-ha ha, that's lovely.... oh it looks like it's slowing down...it's is slowing down.... ten cents, you don't want that....seventy.....twenty-five.......oh...little more oomph....yes.... Ninety cents.  You have ninety cents, Mary what do you want to do?"

 

"I'm going to stay Brian."

 

"She's going to stay, a wise decision.  Now it's Carrol's turn.  Lovely Carrol whom we met earlier from Metropolis, Illinois. give it a spin...."

 

[doot......doot....doot doot....]

 

"AAAAAAOOOOOOH!"

 

"Oh, Carrol....Carrol are you alright?    The audience is just in shock.  Poor Carrol in her attempt to get the wheel spun hoisted it down then up to give it a pull and it nearly pulled her backwards and over the top of the wheel.  Now, Carrol.  Are you alright?"

 

"Hee hee heee.... yes, Brian."

 

"Good.  Now I think you'll find it better if you push it a little up to start your spinning."

 

[doot......doot..... doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo]

 

"There we go that is a much better spin and it went all the way around.  Oh here it is it's slowing down.... 70.....25......oh there goes 90 you won't be able to tie Mary with one spin....and....80 cents.  Now... this is a bad situation to be in as you have to spin again to either tie Mary or beat here with 85, 90, 95 cents or one dollar total.  It will be difficult to do, but we have had it happen.  Get up there and spin the wheel again."

 

[doot.....doot..... doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo]

 

"And a fine healthy spin it is. Anyone you'd like to say hello to back home?"

 

"Hello to my kids and my nieces and nephews who by the time this airs will probably be at our home in Salem, Massachusetts for Halloween festivities."

 

"Aha ha.... I bet you all have a fine time.... oh...it's slowing down....80....35.....maybe not slow enough......60.....20....no...don't slow down now....don't slow down now.....Oh, Carrol!  .95 cents for a total of one dollar seventy five cents.  I'm sorry, thanks for being with us."

 

[bRRRRRRRRRRR!]

 

"Alright.  Now it's Vuk's turn. Get up there and spin that wheel. Vuk the might man from Serbia, showing us how big and strong all those Serbian men are.  How they survived all the fighting, and cold winters, and rugged beauty....."

 

[Doot.....doot....doot.....FFFT  FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT FFFT]

 

"Holy cow!  Vuk!....  Vuk!...... You're like James from the first showcase showdown today.  He made it so you couldn't hear the beeps either it was spinning so fast.   Someone is pulling my leg aren't they?  They've made it so members of the International Strongman convention are testing their strength using our wheel........   ...... .......  You did realize it was a wheel and not a propeller, right Vuk?"

 

"AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

 

"If this had been bowling the pins would've become dust with your delivery...."

 

"AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!"

 

[click click click click click click click click click click click click click.....]

 

"I'm supposed to retire in five years, Vuk."

 

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

 

"Do you think it will stop by then?"

 

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

 

"These people enjoy our show, but they have to go home at some point in time."

 

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

 

"Seriously, Mitchell and his wife just had a baby girl.  The christening is this Saturday.  By the time this gets done we'll be attending her graduation."

 

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

 

"COLLEGE GRADU..."

 

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

 

[doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot... doot... doot... doot....]

 

"Oh wait....wait.... it's slowing down.... it's slowing down... real quick before it stops who do you want to give a shout out too?"

 

"Uhmmm....I guess I really only want to make a shout out to my boyfriend in the audience, Connor."

 

"Ohhh that is so cute.  Where is he?  Get a camera on him.  I don't see him where is h....He's so tiny!  You've got to be a foot and a half taller than him.  You have got to make the cutest couple ever with your size difference.  When he goes to kiss you it has to be like climbing Mount Everest."

 

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

 

"Well, we're glad both of you could make i....and hey....look at this....LOOOOOK AT THIS!"

 

[DING DING DING DING DING DING WHOOOOOOOP WHOOOOOO WHOOOOP WHOOOOOO WHOOOP WHOOOOOOOO!]

 

"ONE DOLLAR!  VUK!  You hit one dollar on the nose!  I'm sorry, Mary. It means you're out.  Thank you for being with us today.  My....Vuk... VUK!  You have certain made our day today.  We love to give contestant prizes and make them happy and you have got to be one of the happiest men in the world right now!  You won a prize to get up here.  You won all four prizes in your prize game.  You've won your place to see the ending showcase and did so by landing on one dollar winning a thousand dollars in the process!  Now, come over here.  Stand at the wheel again.  I have to move this...."

 

[doot...]

 

"To the green space of five cents.  Now you get one extra bonus spin.  Remember it has to go all the way around, if it lands on the green you win another $10,000 and if on the dollar, $25,000.  Now, give it a spin, but gently we don't want the wheel broken or grow old and die before it stops again."

 

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

 

"And here he goes...."

 

[Doot....doot.... doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo]

 

"If you get either of the bonus prizes, Vuk, what would you do with that money?"

 

"Uhm....help my boyfriend and I move out here or maybe enroll in and pay for college."

 

"Those are both wonderful ideas.  I hope with or without money you and, what was your boyfriend's name again?"

 

"Connor."

 

"Connor... yes.  I hope you and Connor are successful in all the hope and dreams you plan!"

 

[doot.....doot.....doot.....doot......]

 

"Oh hey...it's slowing down..... look at this!  It's slowing down..... .25.........90............... .5........will it go one..... more......"

 

[doot]

 

[DA DUNT! DAAAAAA DADADDLE LA DADDLE LA DADDLE LAAAAA DAAAAAAA DA DUNT!  WHOOOP WHOOOOO WHOOP WHOOO WHOOP WHOOOOO!"]

 

"One dollar!  TWENTY-FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS, VUK!  FOR A TOTAL OF $26,000 BONUS DOLLARS!"

 

[DA DUNT! DAAAAAA DADADDLE LA DADDLE LA DADDLE LAAAAA DAAAAAAA....]

 

"How exciting is that!?!  We'll see Vuk, and James, in the Showcase, but will we see you?  We'll be right back with the showcase after these messages!"

 

[DA DUNT! DAAAAAA DADADDLE LA DADDLE LA DADDLE LAAAAA DAAAAAAA DA DUNT!  WHOOOP WHOOOOO WHOOP WHOOO WHOOP WHOOOOO!"]

[Hanugumo]

I hope that Connor will get really muscular & tall too. ^w^ Then they'll be such a cute and hot pair of muscle lovers. ;3 <3 <3 <3 I also hope Vuk is still the same personality wise. Would hate to see him suddenly be overly cocky and extremely dominant when he comes from that stage and all. ^w^

[ploder4]

Maybe Connor will get buff in another game show?  Press Your Luck? Match Game? Card Sharks...  There are plenty.

[scot158f]

What an excellent second part!!!

[cutlerfan]

Terrific second part! I sure hope Vuk wins the showcase showdown. If he wins a trip it always says "you and a guest will fly" to somewhere. Maybe that will be how Connor grows? Looking forward for more!