Cupid didn't show up with any gifts... and now I'm furious. If love is a game, I didn't come here to lose. Today there are no hearts, only strength. They say Cupid shoots arrows, but I shoot muscle. Watch me challenge him to an arm muscle match... and make it clear who's in charge here. Romantic balloons? I pop them with my biceps without breaking a sweat. If Cupid wants war, bring it on... I'm ready to beat him. Do you think Cupid would stand a chance against me?
