He ends up near the middle of the pack...

I was feeling confident enough about this part. I was in the best shape of my life after starting to work out several months back, and figured I'd do well.

After an exhausting regime of lifting and measuring, my redheaded judge took notes on all the readings and quickly tallied up a score.

"70 points." I blinked in surprise at the result, the redhead showing a slight curl of her lips at my clear shock. "This is a very high stakes competition. The standards of fitness are quite high."

My heart pounded in nervousness at that, and I didn't have a reply ready in time before my judge left to confer and exchange results with the other judges. I'd gotten third in the cock size event, but I couldn't see 70 points being in the top three for the second round...

After a few minutes, the redhead returned. "You came in sixth this time. Naturally, there's no prize for your placing in the second trial. As for your cumulative score of 158 points...it's put you in fourth place."

After several moments of silence, the redhead showed one of her rare smiles, needling me again. "As I'm sure you know, any placing in the competition aside from first, second and third is a 'loss'. You're currently on track to lose quite a bit."

That sounded ominous, and I ended up retorting a little angrily, out of nervousness. "Let's start the final trial then."

She shook her head, smirking again as she obviously took pleasure in informing me, "we have to wait for the winners of the second trial to finish accepting their rewards."