Greetings fellow alphas. I've been practicing TRP for like, almost two whole weeks now, so I'm what you all might consider an expert in the art of “sexual strategy”. I took the time to write this field report between my deluge of sexual escapades to give all you budding new alphas something to aspire to.

READ EVERY LAST DETAIL CAREFULLY. And learn. This is all 100% accurate. Everything in this story literally happened.

It's Saturday night, 9 PM. Dressed in my cargo shorts, best fedora, and black button down shirt with a swirly dragon on the back, I casually made my way into the local night club with my alpha swag turned up to 11.

As I'm scanning the environment for a potential sex-thing, I head over to the bar and order a drink, not forgetting to tip my fedora to the bartender with a slight smirk. I sip on my drink for a bit and continue to scan the room for bitches that fit my lofty criteria, knowing that a true alpha such as myself never settles for anything less than swim suit models from the cover of Sports Illustrated. After a few more minutes of hunting for prey, my eyes shot across the bar and made eye contact with some HB10 who was literally Heidi Klum. “She's alright,” I think to myself. Not wanting to lose my frame, I stared that whore straight in the eyes while thinking about how hypergamous and slutty all women are. It was like I was pummeling her feeble female brain with my alpha psywaves, and the look in her eyes told me that her panties were already turning into an ocean of pure, unadulterated sexual arousal; my alpha frequencies were taking over every station, and her brain was tuning in like a goddamn ham radio. She smiled at me, but I knew that bitches immediately lose interest as soon as you express any kind of humanity whatsoever, so I just stared back at her with my mighty alpha gaze. “I have this hypergamous slut the palm of my hand,” I think to myself, “I guess she'll do.”

I strolled over to the bitch and her group of friends. I could sense that she actually had some degree of confidence, so she clearly needed to be negged into next week. As I confidently made my way up to her group, I looked her straight in the eyes and nonchalantly told her that she might actually be attractive if she lost like 50 pounds. The whole bar immediately went silent in disbelief at the size of my cajones.

After the initial shock wore off, every girl in the surrounding area immediately noticed my uber-alpha status, and I could see the little hamsters running in their head as they all figured out the best way to climb aboard my alpha cock and spermjack me. I ignored there silent pleas to be plowed though, and maintained focus on the bitch I came over for. After a few seconds, she jumped out of her seat and instantly started making out with me in the middle of the bar. She offers to let me bang her right here on the table in front of everybody, but since I'm already on the sex offender list, I tell her to find some place a bit more private.

She dragged me to the bathrooms at the back. We enter the woman's bathroom and go to the stall at the far end, and she proceeded to tell me about the secret room in the back of all female bathrooms that women use to secretly ride the cock-carousel so that their beta providers never find out. It's a sacred place, installed in literally every female bathroom since it was decreed in the first era of the feminazi regime, and collectively referred to as “Narnia”. Though this place is known to all women, only the few TRUE alpha males know of its existence. I laughed and called her a dumb whore, because of course I already know about Narnia (from like, Roosh's blog or something), and my continued negging only made this bitch more moist and wanting. She pulls down a tiny lever behind the little tampon-disposal thingy on the side of the stall, and the wall behind the toilet opens to reveal a winding staircase.

As we made our way to the bottom, she tells me that she's a virgin and a devout Christian who told her beta boyfriend that she was saving herself for marriage, but had instantly changed her mind after her primal instincts were wooed by my alpha frame. She also literally just turned 18 like five minutes ago, and so did eight of her similarly virgin-Christian friends who were waiting at the bottom of the stairs to join in. Normally I'd be offended that a bitch would just decide to invite eight of her friends to our sexual romp without consulting me first, because bitches aren't allowed to make decisions. I happened to be in a forgiving mood today, however, so I figured I'd let it slide this time.

We get down to the bottom, and we're instantly greeted by her flock of whores who had been eagerly waiting at the foot of the stairs to cheat on their beta boyfriends. I inspect each of them closely to ensure that they're all up to my supreme standards and that none of them would lower my SMV. Most of them were hot enough to fuck I guess, until I got to the last one; a short haired, horse-owning feminist with a degree in women's studies and a t-shirt that said “DOWN WITH THE PATRIARCHY” in big bold letters. I told this bitch that the patriarchy is a feminazi conspiracy, and that I would never bang such a depressing combination of red flags. She gets pissed off and tries to argue that beauty is subjective or some shit, but I refuse to let my frame waver. She realized I was not going to give in to her neo-liberal propaganda, so she channeled her inner Feminist aura and began to transform into a mythical Feminist beast of rage.

I'm not about to let this feminist bitch cock-block me with her mythical transformations and gender equality nonsense, so I channeled my own alpha powers bequeathed upon me by TRP and unleashed my monster alpha dong. Large enough bludgeon a small child, I took hold of it with both hands like some kind of expert in dong-fu, wielding it with the skill and proficiency of a Jedi master. I lunge at the raging feminist beast, thrusting towards her in some kind of Dragonball Z-style montage, and plunge my glorious alpha meat hammer directly into her heart. She was instantly drained of her feminist powers and, as the beast let out an earth-shattering cry of defeat, withered away into a pile of dust.

All the hot virgin bitches marveled at my spectacular feat in utter disbelief, lost for words at the fact that such a dominating alpha could ever possibly exist. They instantly ripped their clothes off while denouncing Feminism permanently and accepting their subservient role in society, while making me a sandwich and literally throwing themselves at me pussy first. I let out a mighty alpha roar on par with Mufasa while I stomped the ground in a primitive caveman-like fashion (biotruths bro, bitches love cavemen) as they screamed battle cries of last minute resistance in unison, all of which were quelled as I popped like sixteen boners in preparation for the one-man-train I was about run full speed on this gaggle of swooning whores.

Then, I woke up. My premature ejaculation had apparently jolted me out of my slumber. I found myself sitting in a pool of my own alpha splooge, which soon became the protein stain that remains on my sheets as a triumphant symbol of my successful night of wooing bitches in my dreams.

All in all, I'd say it was just another average night of red pilling. TRP wins again, fellas!