MAX-OUT ROULETTE

WHAT WAS WRITTEN IN THE STARS FOR YOU?

In the name of goth muscle mommies, dark and strong,
With corsets of iron, where we belong.
And mew two builds of snow bunnies, fierce and tight,
Legs like oak trees, glutes taking flight.

Narrow waists, like hourglass sand,
Carved by discipline, a sculptor's hand.
Shoulders slight, but hearts of steel,
In the temple of gains, we make it real.

The bar bends heavy, the plates they sing,
A symphony of effort, where passion takes wing.
From hip thrusts that shake the very floor,
To lunges that leave us craving more.

White Monster flows, a lightning in our veins,
Fueling the fire through the aches and pains.
With every rep, we carve our fate,
A masterpiece of strength, no time for hate.

The mirrors reflect our sweat-drenched skin,
A testament to the war within.
No pain, no gain, the mantra we chant,
In the face of struggle, we never recant.

So here we stand, with grit and grace,
In this sacred, sweaty place.
With every drop of blood and fight,
In the FATE BASED TRAINING, we find our might.