The window curtains rattled as it opened up. The morning light meeting his eyes first, slightly blinding him before the World opened to his eyes.

There was a sea of people surrounding the Lawn area and Driveway. Carrying Message Boards with his name and image.

They were calling out to him. Waiting for him to show up.

A further look down the Driveway revealed the Cops making their way through the crowd, using their Riot shields to form a human barricade to clear the path ahead.

Akamu slowly backed from the Window, turning towards the Wardrobe. He took a bright orange suit, putting it on as there was a Knock on the door.

"Come in"

Akamu replied, moving his Gaze to the Open door.

"Let's go"

The Cop motioned with his hands as he said it, subtly noting the path was clear.

Akamu looked at himself in the Mirror, leaving the room. Surrounded by the Cops on the Front, back and sides.

He came outside as the people began screaming his name, trying to jump over the barricades formed by the Cops.

Dressed in Orange, his suit was the brightest thing there in a Sea of Black Uniforms and White T-shirts the people wore.

He was like an Orange floating through the central river. With the cops in black the occasional stones and pebbles in the River, redirecting it's journey towards the Goal.

Akamu looked at them and the message boards, walking to the Truck prepared for him.

His size made him unfit to ride in a normal sized car. So his own custom trucks were used for his convenience.

The People began screaming out Nicknames they gave for him.

"THE GENETIC FREAK!!!!"

"THE WALKING MOUNTAIN!!"

"MURDERER"

Akamu looked back in shock as he heard that last Nickname thrown at him.

But he was asked to get into the Truck. Anymore delay meaning he'll miss his Event for the day.

The most important Event in his life.

Akamu sat on the Back of the Truck, looking back as it slowly set off.

The people were slowly set free, them following the truck, crowding the back of the Road as they kept following the Truck.

Akamu's mind was fixated on that One Word

"MURDERER"

How did it all come down to it. He needed to find who said it.

And for that, he needed to look back, remembering the events that lead all these people to gather today.

Akamu closed his eyes as he began remembering.

Is the Strongest man in the World really that Strong ?

Strong Enough to Kill Someone by just a touch

or

Strong Enough to prevent a mental breakdown

**A few years ago**

[T.V Station]

3. 2. 1.

Go!!

"Welcome Everyone to the 3rd and Final Day of Atlas Strongman Championship.

An Annual Strongman Competition recognised as One of the Big Three in The Strongman World.

Only few hold the Honor of getting selected to participate in this Event. And even fewer who get to participate regularly.

That's how honourary and prestigious this Event is. The Best vs The Best.

And this year's Competition is no exception. With every event which has gone from, no pun intended, Strength to Strength with each event, coming down right to the Wire in deciding who will win this Championship this year.

On First Place in the points Table is Mr. Lee Johnson, a former Mr. Atlas title winner trying to regain the Title.

But he's not alone at the Top. He's sharing that spot with Mr. Moriarty aka The Professor, The Defending Champion.

These two may mutually respect each other as Champions, but make no mistake, they're ready to get down and dirty to clinch the Title from the others Grasp.

But could they be surprised by The second place holder Trevor Scott. Only one point keeping him away from the Top Spot

A true dark horse in this Competition folks

And on Third is the Competition Newcomer taking the Competition by storm in his rookie appearance.

He's Mr...…

Alister!!!!

Can he race to the Top and pull off the Impossible.

Only 1 point separating them all from each other's position.

Who will win it?

We'll find the answer soon enough.

I'm your host Josh Briggs. And welcome to the ATLAS STRONGMAN CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!"

*The Crowd go wild as the Camera pans out, showing the Whole Location and the Sea of people flocking to Witness the Competition.

Merchandise immortalizing feats of strength of the competitors through T Shirts and Mugs.

The People voicing their opinions on who will win*

The Competition was beginning soon.

"Lee Johnson will definitely win!!"

A young man exclaimed as the Interviewer asked Questions to the people.

But he wasn't on TV.

He was shouting at the TV.

*He was watching the Competition on his TV, channeling his excitement, but it soon got interrupted*

"You're up next"

*The guy turned back to see the man who called him*

"One Minute. I need to see the points"

"You'll lose your points if you wait though"

"Shittt. I'm Cominggggg…."

*The Guy gave one last look towards the TV before leaving, The Camera going back to the Announcer ready to begin introduce the Competitors on stage*