Postcards: Story 6

This is my attempt to write science fiction on a postcard. I've included a picture which isn't relevant, as it involves robots, but it is slightly futuristic and I spent quite a long time colouring it in, so am very proud of it. Anyway, on with the postcard:

It had started as an "alternative" games, with the rules relaxed on steriods to see how far rgose people already modified by chemicals could push the limits of established competitions. Under opportunistic marketing the superhuman exploits of the athletes had gained a cult following; some for the thrill of seeing "conventional" records shattered, others for the Barnum-esque voyeurism of the overdeveloped competitors. The project became commercially viable, then rich, so that the original sportspeople (who would've "improved" themselves anyway) were soon overtaken by the nu-mod athletes, undergoing ever more invasive procedures to "max" their performances. Body parts were "streamlined," "lightened" or even replaced to force an advantage. Chemical and "hardware" implants improved grip for throwing, power for lifting and spring for leaping. Traditional competitions could not compete with what man could become and mods became available while-you-wait. Why wear replica clothes when you could, physically, be like your heroes?