Malcolm Hughes

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The crowd gathered, phones ready, jaws slack. The mayor had to remind people, “Please don’t faint until AFTER the challenge, folks.” Among the crowd were clusters of awestruck onlookers, mostly women, some fans of fitness, some just curious. Regardless of reason, they all shared one thing in common: admiration. Whispers rippled through the air. “Do you think he even sleeps or just planks for eight hours straight?” “I heard his protein shakes blend themselves out of respect.” “He once did a push-up... and the Earth blinked.” Then came Ninja. Ninja wasn’t there to compete, but to support. He had a sharp low taper fade so clean it looked like it had been edged with a lightsaber. As he approached, the sun glinted off his perfectly styled hair and the diamond sheen of his confident smirk. Malcolm gave him a nod. “Ninja.” “Malcolm.” Silence. Respect. The challenge began. Malcolm dropped down with perfect form. His body lowered — slow, controlled — and rose again with the grace of a hydraulic god. One push-up. Two. Then twenty. Then fifty. Then two hundred and six — each one cleaner than the last. Spectators gasped. One woman nearly dropped her latte. Somewhere, a bald eagle cried out in patriotic awe. As Malcolm crossed 300, the ground beneath him started to tremble slightly — or maybe that was just the intensity of his sheer masculinity rattling the cosmos. Ninja, watching from the sidelines, adjusted his fade with one hand and nodded in reverent approval. When Malcolm hit 500 push-ups without a single break, he casually looked up, gave a wink, and clapped in between two push-ups. A camera flash caught the glint of sweat arcing through the air in slow motion. Even the local gym's mascot — a very judgmental bulldog — barked in admiration. Malcolm finally stood, not even winded, muscles pumping like twin volcanoes ready to erupt. The women cheered. The men cheered. Somewhere, the gym mirrors cracked — not from weakness, but from knowing they could never reflect such glory again. He wiped his brow with a towel that instantly became a collectible item. And Ninja? He approached Malcolm with a grin. “Your meme,” Malcolm said, offering a fist bump, “is as massive as my traps.” Ninja nodded. “And your traps… are a meme now. Worldwide.” The two legends walked off into the sunset — one flexing, the other fading into stylish mystery — leaving behind a crowd that would talk of this day for generations. The massive ninja’s massive fade and Malcolm’s massive biceps vanished into the cavernous depths of John Pork’s massive belly, leaving the massive onlookers in massive disbelief. How could two such massive beings be contained inside one massive belly? It was a massive mystery, a massive paradox that would forever be etched into the massive lore of the massive city. Truly, this was a massive story about massive fades, massive muscles, and the massive belly that was too massive for anyone to comprehend." ["amount"]=> float(2.1) ["amount_local"]=> string(4) "0.00" ["d_photo"]=> string(0) "" ["date_created"]=> string(19) "2025-06-10 14:22:27" ["donation_type"]=> string(6) "online" } [2]=> array(7) { ["name"]=> string(15) "Cameron Jowett" ["comments"]=> string(17) "I'm the money man" ["amount"]=> float(20) ["amount_local"]=> string(4) "0.00" ["d_photo"]=> string(0) "" ["date_created"]=> string(19) "2025-06-06 20:22:02" ["donation_type"]=> string(6) "online" } [3]=> array(7) { ["name"]=> string(12) "Caitlin King" ["comments"]=> string(25) "You got this! - Miss King" ["amount"]=> float(10) ["amount_local"]=> string(4) "0.00" ["d_photo"]=> string(0) "" ["date_created"]=> string(19) "2025-06-06 15:24:50" ["donation_type"]=> string(6) "online" } [4]=> array(7) { ["name"]=> string(3) "Mum" ["comments"]=> string(32) "Ready to help you count pushups!" 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