Second Place Is for Losers
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
an188
The announcer’s voice echoed through the convention center like a death sentence: “In first place… and your new Regional Figure Champion… Ashley Reynolds!”
Cindy Phillips stood frozen on stage in her tiny emerald-green bikini, golden-bronze muscles still pumped and glistening under the spotlights. Second place. Second. The smug smile on her full glossy lips didn’t waver for the cameras, but inside, something snapped.
Using her super-enhanced intelligence, she replayed every moment of the competition in perfect detail. The judges’ whispered comments she had overheard with her heightened senses came rushing back: “Too extreme… overly muscular for figure… lacks the soft feminine lines… looks almost unnatural…” Politics. Favoritism. Ashley Reynolds was the daughter of a major sponsor. Cindy had been robbed.
The loss didn’t humble her. It transformed her.
On the drive home that night, the old obnoxious Karen was gone. In her place sat a colder, darker, far more evil version of Cindy Phillips — a smug, tyrannical goddess who now saw the entire world as something to be crushed under her perfectly manicured heel.
Richard gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, fully afraid of the woman beside him for the first time. “Cindy… honey… second place is still amazing. Maybe we can—”
“Shut up, Richie-poo,” she cut him off, her Canadian-valley-girl accent now laced with pure venom. “Second place is for peasants. I am perfection. They cheated me.” Her blue eyes narrowed dangerously. “But I know exactly why. And I know exactly what I’m going to do about it.”
Jamie and Adrian, riding in the back, leaned forward with shining eyes. The loss only made them worship her more. They copied her every move now — Jamie already demanding the same high ponytail and glossy lips, Adrian copying her arrogant posture. “Mom, they’re idiots,” Jamie said fiercely. “You’re the real queen.”
“Totally,” Adrian added. “We’ll help you get revenge however you want.”
Cindy’s smile turned sharp and evil. “Good children. Mommy appreciates the loyalty.”
That same night, at 2:17 a.m., Cindy slipped out of the mansion wearing a sleek, skin-tight black cocktail dress that hugged every muscular curve like liquid silk. The elegant, intelligent tyrant look suited her new vibe perfectly — low neckline showing deep cleavage, thigh-high slit revealing one powerful, vascular leg, and strappy black heels that clicked softly on the pavement. Her long golden-blonde hair flowed loose down her back, and her makeup was flawless and intimidating.
She moved like a shadow, using super speed to reach the judges’ homes in minutes. First was Judge #1 — a smug older man who lived three streets over. Cindy stood in his driveway, towering and elegant, then casually placed one hand on the hood of his brand-new Mercedes. With a slow, deliberate squeeze of super strength, the metal crumpled like tinfoil under her long red nails. She dragged her fingers across the roof, carving deep gouges with zero effort, then stomped the hood with one heel, leaving a perfect footprint dent. The alarm never even triggered — she had already crushed the sensor with a flick of her wrist.
Next was Judge #2, a woman who had voted against her. Cindy found the shiny white Lexus in the garage. She gripped the front bumper with both hands and slowly folded the entire front end upward like it was paper, the metal screeching and popping as headlights shattered and the engine block shifted. She finished by punching the windshield once — super strength making it explode inward in a shower of glass — then wrote “SECOND PLACE” in the dust on what remained of the hood.
The final judge, the head organizer who had clearly favored the sponsor’s daughter, owned a sleek black Porsche. Cindy saved the best for last. She lifted the entire sports car with one hand, holding it overhead like a toy, her cocktail dress riding up her shredded thighs. With a wicked laugh she slammed it down onto its roof, crushing the roof flat, then stomped the doors inward one by one until the luxury vehicle looked like a crushed soda can. She left it upside-down in the middle of the driveway, keys still in the ignition, and a single long blonde hair placed neatly on the wreckage as her calling card.
By dawn, all three judges woke up to totaled cars and no clues except the overwhelming feeling that someone extremely powerful — and extremely angry — was coming for them.
Back home, Cindy stood in the living room in her elegant black cocktail dress, still flawless, sipping coffee like nothing had happened. She had become more evil, more smug, and a far worse tyrant. Her voice was colder, her demands sharper, her control absolute.
Richard stared at her, pale and terrified. “Cindy… what did you do?”
She turned, towering in her heels, and gave him a condescending smile. “Just a little midnight justice, sweetie. They stole my win. Now I’ve stolen their precious toys. And this is only the beginning.” Her eyes gleamed with pure malevolence. “The neighborhood will learn what happens when you cross the Almighty Muscle Mom. Everyone will.”
Jamie and Adrian stood beside her in matching elegant outfits — Jamie in a tight little black dress of her own, Adrian in a sharp suit — copying her posture and smug expression perfectly. “We love the new you, Mom,” they said in unison, fully supporting their tyrant mother.
Cindy laughed — low, sharp, and utterly evil — as she struck a casual pose in her cocktail dress, her hyper-muscular body looking even more intimidating in elegant evening wear.
The loss had changed her forever.
And Havenridge Estates was about to feel the full wrath of the new, darker Super-Karen.
Choose how the vengeful tyrant continues:
1. No mercy: Cindy fully destroys the lives of the judges (using her intelligence, secret powers, beauty, and growing influence to ruin their careers, reputations, and families while maintaining her elegant public image).
2. Need to win: She signs up for a bigger and more important bodybuilding competition (the National Figure Championship), channeling her new evil rage into even wining at all cost (maybe getting more bigger) and planning to dominate the bigger stage while expanding her tyrannical control.
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