The day had been terribly long and exhausting. It seemed to go on forever and just never end. But finally it did end and I let out an exhausted sigh as I wiped the sweat from my forehead. A few of the other stallions joked around as the day ended and we got our pay.

“Hey Ron, going to the spa? Ooooh look at me I’m Ron and I go to the spa” joked one of the stallions in a flamboyantly gay voice as he flicked his wrist in a homosexual manner. I smirked from the comment.

“Guess that’s why I see you there all the time” I countered and several of the other stallions gave an ‘Oooh’.

“Yeah well… it’s not a spa, it’s a sport tension relief… because I play soccer” the stallion, whose name was Thundershot, replied. We all had a laugh.

Thistle Whistle rushed up to me. He was a unicorn and was on the rather small side. “Ron, come on man we need your help” he told me and I raised an eyebrow.

“Can it wait? I really just want to go home” I asked and Thundershot laughed.

“Don’t lie, you’re going to the spa” Thundershot called out and I looked back to him with a silly look that made me look like Derpy Hooves.

Thistle Whistle interrupted my joke face. “No, Iron Will is in town claiming that he can help ponies with their assertiveness and is talking about how he is so strong and no-pony is as strong as him” Thistle Whistle told him. I smirked.

“Well he’s probably right. No-pony is as strong as him… well maybe Snowflake but he has lost a lot of muscle mass recently to become more aerodynamic for the Wonderbolts” I told him.

He groaned to himself. “Ron, he’s challenging ponies to show that he is the best. Entry is twenty bits and he says that if anyone can beat him that they win the grand prize of 1000 bits plus a free private lesson from him” he told me.

“So?” I asked.

He face-hoofed. “So, you go defeat him and win the money” he told me and I chuckled.

“I don’t need assertiveness training or the money” I chuckled but he grabbed me by the jacket collar and gave me a shake.

“Yeah, but you could enter for me. Please Ron? Pretty please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?” he pleaded and I let out a sigh.

“Alright-alright. What is it? Boxing match?” I asked but he shook his head.

“Arm wrestling. He’s already beaten Rainbow Dash, Applejack and even Big Macintosh” he exclaimed. I rolled my eyes.

“Alright… let’s go” I said with a sigh. He trotted along happily as we all walked over to town square where Iron Will was doing his performance on a stage.

“Does anyone else think they have the strength to compete with me: the legendary IRON WILL!” screamed the Minotaur. I did have to admit that he had a very well-toned physique.

He began to boast saying how he was stronger than anyone in the crowd and began to do muscular poses which got whistles from several mares in the audience.

“I challenge you” Thistle Whistle called out and every-pony went silent.

“Who challenges the great, powerful IRON WILL!?” he yelled out and everyone just shifted away from us. “Well? Which one of you is it?” he asked in his masculine voice that would terrify some ponies.

“I’d like to enter my contestant here. He is a human that can easily dust you” Thistle challenged and Iron Will laughed hysterically.

“The human? That ape looking thing beside you? Ha, I’ll smash his arm right off the table like it was a toothpick” he boasted. My jean jacket concealed my muscular physique so it didn’t look like I was all that strong.

“If he wins then you will give me the grand prize money along with the private lesson, correct?” Thistle asked and Iron Will nodded.

“Why of course. That is the rules of the game” Iron Will told him. We both walked up to the stage and stepped up. Thistle Whistle paid the entry fee.

“If I defeat this human let it be known. THAT IRON WILL IS THE STRONGEST IN ALL OF EQUESTRIA!” Iron Will yelled out and everyone cheered. I slipped off my jean jacket, revealing my muscular body. The white t-shirt clung to my body tightly. It was too small and made me look like a professional body builder.

I grabbed my right wrist with my left hand and flexed my bicep, showing off to the crowd. Iron Will posed as well but gasped as he saw just how much bigger I was compared to him. It was like comparing Sylvester Stallone to Arnold Schwarzenegger, there was no contest.

“Enough of this showing off… let’s get down to it” Iron Will said in his rough voice. I smirked as we both sat down at the table. He sat down across from me and we readied ourselves.

A goat placed it’s hooves on both our hands to hold them in place. “When this goat lets us go then we begin” Iron Will said and I nodded. The goat let go and I felt his hand squeeze around mine.

I tensed my entire arm, flexing my biceps in the process. Veins bulged from both our biceps and up along the underside of our forearms. He grunted in extreme effort as he tried to force my hand down.

I smiled as I ever so slowly began to effortlessly twist his wrist then began to slowly pull his hand down. Sweat begun to bead down his face as he grunted in effort.

“Guh… it’s im…impossible… I’m the… strongest… in Equestria” he grunted as I continued to push his hand down. I smiled deviously.

“What’s wrong Will? Pushing too many pencils lately” I taunted without any sort of effortful grunts. He groaned as he tried to recover but couldn’t. I simply kept pushing down on his hand, though I wasn’t using a lot of my strength to do so.

Sweat flowed profusely down his face and he blinked erratically as sweat stung his eyes. His face went red from the amount of strain he was putting on himself.

“Had enough?” I said with a chuckle but he didn’t answer. Finally I slammed his hand against the table and everyone gasped. I leaned back in the chair with a smug smile as he began to grasp his sore arm.

Even Thistle Whistle was in shock. I guess he figured it would’ve been harder for me. I let out a yawn and looked to my watch. 5:59pm. I stood up then began to give muscular poses for the crowd.

Mares whistled out and Thistle Whistle literally lept on me. “YEAH! You did it! YOU DID IT!” he cried out in happiness and I smirked.

“Bah, it was nothing” I said modestly. He gave me an appreciative nod. Iron Will walked over to me, still grasping his sore arm.

“What’s your secret?” he asked and I looked to him with a smile as I changed into a different pose.

“Work out constantly” I told him. I switched to yet another pose and as I flexed, I pointed out to the lake. “Hey ladies, the beach is that way” I called out. A mare fainted. Jeeze, guess I was a real knock-out.

Iron Will looked over to one of his goats. “Write this down. This is prime stuff” he said then began to ask me about my ‘secrets’. I chuckled to myself. It was pretty straight forward, just work out.

“I think you owe Thistle Whistle here a private lesson and some grand prize money” I reminded him. He gasped as he remembered.

“Oh yeah… here take the money. Now how exactly do you work out? What’s your routine?” he asked as he handed the money over to Thistle Whistle and I continued to pose as I explained to him my routine.

A camera flash went off. “Him! Get him in that pose” yelled a voice then a mare rushed up. I remembered hearing about this mare, Photo Finish I think her name was. She began to get me to do poses as she had the camera stallion use the camera. I can say I didn’t usually like to pose but this was kind of fun so I stayed a while longer.

Author's Note

Was the song I listened to while reading this now I'm thinking 'Gah Ron, you forgot to go to the spa... oh well this was friggin epic