in blackest hunger...

"YOU DON'T HAVE A CHANCE IN HELL...YOUR A FUCKIN JOKE...I WISH YOU LUCK...YOU WILL NEED IT"

think about those words as u read this....

let me let u in on somethin...

i'm not a stereotype. i choose not to be what others want me to be or expect me to be. i choose to be something more than that...something that doesn't have a name for yet...to do things that doesn't have a name...to be something beyond what people see me as...a monster..

my hunger has driven me to do things i thought wouldn't be possible. this hunger can make a man into a beast and then evolve into a monster. its only impossible to do what i do if you don't have the hunger to do it...

let me ask u this...and see if you have it....the hunger

...when a good session isn't enough knowin your competition has had 2 of them

...when doin the same weight isn't enough knowin you can be stronger

...when you want that last rep because u need it...you need to evolve

...when doin crazy shit is the only way to show how bad u want something

...when doin a bad session just pisses u off to put yourself thru hell for bein fuckin weak

...when bein beaten in battle drives u insane...so insane that u put yourself thru constant hell

...when it just isn't fuckin enough and you want more...not even winning is enough...

what fuels this hunger? your voices. others voices. your voices in your head are voices of others...they doubt you. they hate on you. they mock you. each session it like the demons in hell are mockin you...hating on you...doubting you...it turns what was once negative into positive RAGE. your focus becomes razor sharp. hell is within your eyes. words only serve to fuel u even more...pushing your hunger much more. what does it fuckin feel like to have someone tell you "you don't have a chance in hell"...does it make your hand shake? does it make u want to rip cords and bash down walls? does it want to make u ROAR a mighty roar...so loud that it even causes blackouts? it should...or u aren't fuckin alive...

this hunger isn't something u find...it finds u. remove everything in your life...money, cars, success, reputation, "status", etc...what do u have left? HUNGER.

then u develop this:

PRIMAL RESOLVE===>>"killer instinct combined with the violent intentions to become the strongest when being strong and the hunger to do so is all you have left"

ALL U HAVE LEFT? think about that. when bein bigger and stronger...when still becoming that freak...that monster...you see in your vision is all you want to do is still left...that's where hunger is born...but you become possessed by it. you want it bad and you willing to do whatever it fuckin takes...to do it...if it means riding your ass into hell and taking on the devil himself...one on one...so be it.

gettin that hunger is something that possesses you from day one. in blackest hunger you create your own hell that you live in...breathe in...to where everything u do is BEYOND the breaking point of most mortals. when you do things that aren't normal or natural...but you find is neccessary at the demands of your hunger. when u fuckin train, eat, and sleep it. its all you think about. you become a machine of pure rage...driven to forge yourself into a different bein everytime you set foot into your own hell...most would burn in but not you. your hunger won't allow weakness. your hunger won't allow a moment of pussification to set in. when you want it as bad as that fuckin breathe or sip or water..that's hunger. you walk around with hell burning in your eyes. any bein that is stupid enough to step into your path, you willing to destroy them. no questions or second thoughts about it. you do what u fuckin must. u seek a new challenge daily even ones that even push u to your mental breaking point...to the point where your exhausted...your tired...sweat pouring from your body...blood rushing to your head about to explode thru your nose...hands sweating...your mind questioning if you have it in you for one more rep...one more set...then you realize something...

you must. you have to do that one more rep. that one more set. why? not just because your competition is doing two...but because you want that rep..that set bad enough as u want that breathe of air or that drink of water. they aren't pusthing themselves to this point of extremity. you are. why? in blackest hunger...you find hell. its your hunger. it won't allow you to sleep at nite. it fuckin demands this. when seein someone rep your max pisses u off to do the same, it unlocks this hunger. you have the heart to endure the pain. this hunger will make the pain and hell u suffer...enjoyable. you want it that bad that the pain u put yourself thru is something u enjoy and look foward to. you train as if you preparing to face an army...so that when the time comes...no mere mortal man will bring u down. people will fear you. people will hate you...people will even be motivated by you...either way...they will be rundown if they stand in your way...cause all your hunger does is see it as a challenge...an opportunity to get stronger...and it will...BY ANY MEANS!

in blackest hunger, there isn't anything that is impossible...you will do anything and everything to fuel this hunger more cause your possessed by it. that hunger will push u to do crazy shit..doin shit that some believe to be impossible or improbable...winning and losing become nothing to you at this point....for it only burns your hunger brighter than the hottest hell. u see nothing but your vision...your potential. everything else...black. not your heart...but your hunger. you become a chaotic machine of destruction wreaking hell on earth everywhere you go. your hands will bleed. your heart will pound. your shins will bleed. you will feel like vomiting. but you enjoy it...every fuckin bit of it and will do it again...again...again...and again...when will it end? it will never end. this hunger grows with every passing challenge. u won't be satisfied. cause you'll want more. numbers are only stepping stones of progress...numbers are just the amount of hell and pain u suffered and your ability to push it even more. records only just fuel your hunger even more....not even close to satisfying it.

dreams can only be enforced by those who are possesed by the hunger to acheive them and want more. that hunger has to be fueled...either thru pain and hell or thru the voices in your head. yes. it makes us fuckin crazy. so what. being strong and huge isn't supposed to be pretty and nice...its supposed to be nasty and ridiculous..done by those who are possessed by the blackest hunger to raise hell. simple. u won't let anything stop you. this is how u become unstoppable. its your hunger. it doesn't stop. even when u think it does...all it needs is a spark to turn into an inferno. to become unstoppable you have to constantly face the strongest...its not how many battles you won or lost..its how many of them made u hungrier and stronger than the last...thereby your hunger won't stop...u don't become unstoppable...you are the unstoppable force like a tibal wave...a hurricane...or the fires of hell that only hunger to burn more...the hunger won't stop...

think back to the opening statement...and ask if you have that hunger. again...its something that it finds you either when its all you have left or when your surrounded by those who are hungrier than you...then its do or die...you get hungry or you get fuckin eaten. gyms are gladiatorial arenas. they are where the wolves dwell...not the fuckin sheep. they get fucked and eaten cause they are weak. you bleed, sweat and bleed some more. tears won't get u shit but pity and in blackest hunger...pity won't save you from someone elses hell. period. either u fuckin bring hell with you...or you BURN in someone elses...

so ask yourself...ARE U HUNGRY?
TB

black friday (thy enemy 2011)

fuck you all.

DOUBTERS...HATERS...POSERS....

those who only go to the gym for superficial purposes...your a waste of space...and resources

those who think doin a competition is a fuckin popularity contest...its a competition, you fags not who's the most popular..

those who have the audacity to question someone's heart and hunger based on "how" they train...you guys can go fuck yourself as well...most of which can even fuckin max on the bench what most of my brothers can rep out for 20 plus.

those who have the "god" complex who believe their way is the only way...you bitches can blow me. it must be good to be the strongest guy at your gym...as long as there isn't anyone else that's stronger than you. you guys are the fuckin cancer that must be removed...

you all are comfortable. no heart. no hunger. enjoy the popularity...you breed the fuckin sheep. you advertise complacency. you want people to hold you to a pedestal so no one can knock you down. you like the applause. you like the attention when u go to shows/meets...you feel as if that you have respect. even worse...you have the right to be a critic to someone else who does things different from you...or rather..upsets the balance you help create and then don't even hold yourself to those standards...why? cause your on a pedestal. you pose to be something your fuckin not and/or posing as someone who you USED to be. you act hardcore and people get your gased on that. must be nice....even amusing. even worse...you defile the concept of brotherhood and as as one when u don't believe in that person...you enjoy mocking people who are different. you don't like it when someone doesn't listen to you...you feel disrespected cause what they do is stupid and its not your way.

someone has to clean up this bullshit...and it looks like us cannibals are up for the task of doin it. let me clarify what i'm talkin about...

why is it that when one of these jackwagons get bitten by someone who is hungry and the heart to endure, shit changes? cause they realize the shit they had...wasn't real. bein all pumped and gased up and then get deflated when they realize they don't have the killer instinct. they forget that ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE...and that there is always someone watchin you. they don't care. cause they feel untouchable. they are the fuckin joke...all of them. fuckin clowns. can't stand them. the iron game used to be about blood, sweat and more blood...used to be about brotherhood and old school training. don't get me wrong...i got nothing against new stuff. what i'm talkin about is people who knock the old school shit cause they got sand in their fuckin pussy. its bad enough this country has gotten into the era of pussification...now its infected the irongame.

fuckers are busy trying to keep up an image...or really maintain a balance that they are comfortable with. they fuckin can't stand anyone that upsets it or does something different then they are or even worse...shit they can't do or don't have the balls to do. makes sense...since they wear their pussies to the gym. captain kirk said it best...strap your cock on and leave your pussy at home. old school bodybuilders, strongman and powerlifters were all the same...hell you couldn't tell a difference back in the 70s and 80s. today...you have lazy asses in powerlifting and you have beach boys onstage in bodybuilding. they feel imitatiing what's done is good enough as supposed to bein original...staying content in a weight class is a fuckin joke to me..

EVEN worse...they want to call out those who are different. talk shit about their training cause is not what they do. talk shit about them behind their back...they don't like the videos...the posts...what they are doin is invoking the call of war...

ENOUGH IS FUCKIN ENOUGH....time to give this fuckers a wake up call...they are about to wake up in a world where us cannibals live...welcome to FRIDAY THE 13TH MOTHERFUCKERS...

your worse nightmare is here. your blinded by the light...WE want to test your fuckin heart...if its weak, i'll fuckin eat it. this old school hunger and heart your ass isn't ready nor built for. WE look for the strongest where ever WE go...you cower from them. keep talkin. run your mouth. mock me even.WE welcome it. it only feeds OUR hunger that much more. WE'LL want it that much more than you. WE'RE not being cocky...WE just want it more than you cause we're hungrier than you. we eat the weak and scare the strong. we piss off haters...make the doubters kiss our asses...and make the posers whine. we cannibals aren't fuckin scared to be villians both in the gym and in competition. hate us...fear us...either way...don't be in our fuckin way...you'll be crushed and broken...tossed to the wind to be forgotten. your lunch to us...be fuckin hungry or be eaten. its the simple. all this shit is garbage and we're taking out the trash. we are fuckin tired of this clowns who call themselves real lifters because of a "status" they reach. we are bent on shaking the foundation of your world down to its core and upset the balance....creating chaos and wreaking hell everywhere we go. destroying your pathetic dreams and annhilatin your egos...we will INTMIDATE your ass. that's no question. we will INSPIRE those to walk with us. you want people to bow before you and claim you "king", world champion, whatever gets your fuckin johnson up.

WE CANNIBALS DON'T BOW BEFORE NO MOTHERFUCKER. we'll give props if your stronger...only to be motivation for us to be stronger than you...so don't fuckin slip. we'll wait for it. we'll stalk your weakass in the dark...like a wolf hungry for its next meal. we don't fuckin wait for you to give up. we are too hungry. then with a snap of a finger, we devour fuckin weak ass...we'll take your skull and smash it by our hands. then we'll reach into hell and pull your soul out and eat that motherfucker as well...YOU WON'T EXIST. we'll make sure of that. if you were strong, u would survive it...we know you won't. that's why we are hungry. welcome to your nightmare. we smell fear from the haters, posers and doubters...that fear puts us into a blood feeding frenzy. we watch what you do. we see your numbers. see see your pics...we look for weaknesses. it makes us hungry to rip apart that motherfucker and eat his heart. we will knock your lazy ass of your pedestal and destroy that pedestal.

I am my suffering. I am pure rage incarnate. I know no fear. I am my pain. All I have is my hunger. I bleed. I sweat. I eat the weak. I intimidate the strong. I am never satisfied for I am MY nemesis. I am thy CANNIBAL...let thy roar of rage either motivate or scare the shit out of you.



YOU DON'T like what you see or read from us...BRING IT THE FUCK ON AND SHOW US SOMETHING OTHER THAN RUNNING YOUR FUCKIN MOUTHS...WE WANT A CHALLENGE. WE are goin to fuckin do shit that will either piss u off or intmidate you..or it might motivate your ass to get up do something. WE are goin to do shit that will seem impossible to YOU. either way, we still are goin to fuckin do it...why...BECAUSE WE CAN. so you can run or stand up and bring it on! if you run from us...we'll hunt your coward ass down. if you stand in our way...perfect. the hell in our eyes will take away your heart for battle against us and then we'll proceed to unleashing hell. it will look like a murder scene...except there won't be chalk outlines or body bag necessary...just signs of blood and bone dust left behind...MINUS HEART cause it was eaten. whether its today, tomorrow, next week, next year...WE ARE FUCKIN COMING...bringing the end of the age of pussies and bringing back old school badasses who bleed, sweat and bleed even more that are hungry and have the heart to endure whatever hell stands before them..YOU WON'T STOP IT. we thank you for the battle scars...the pain and suffering you dared to put us thru...your doubts of our heart...hating of our hunger..you didn't take us seriously..you were too blinded by the light to fuckin see it and u took us for fools...pretty soon you'll be face to face with the fuckin cAnNiBaL YOU CREATED...your fate will be sealed...and the best part...YOU WON'T FUCKIN SEE IT COMIN!! choose what the fuck you want to do...stand in our way...fine..give us a challenge...you want a motherfucking war...we'll give you hell. just fuckin bring it and DON'T FUCKIN SING IT...bring us some hell...or you'll burn in ours like the bitches you are...if you not goin to do shit...step aside and let us fuckin do the shit for you and more...THIS IS A HOSTILE TAKEOVER.

about the only thing you can do is kiss your wife and kids goodnight..say your prayers..eat your vitamins...pull up the blankets...hold them tight..then when the lights turn off go and hide under your bed...CAUSE WE ARE FUCKIN COMING...WHY? BECAUSE WE CAN...end of discussion. REPOST THIS!!

have a nice day,
TB

eyes of a cannibal

 When Michalik trained, the fires of hell burned in his eyes. The man was an animal. I lived each waking moment anticipating the ass kickin' workouts that lay ahead that day and wondering how in hell I would be able to overcome them. I lived by a quote from Friedrich Nietzsche: "That which will not kill you will only make you stronger."- j.defendis

what's so fuckin amusing?

is it what i'm doin? how i'm doin it?

is it that i'm not doin shit you way?

is it that i'm different than you?

is it because i don't do what everyone else does, what u find me doin is amusing to you?


amusement. that's really funny. what i find amusing is your lack of hunger....your lack of heart. everyone finds the animal in cage funny...til its unleashed. then it isnt' so funny anymore. why is that? they sit and taunt it...laugh at it...mock it...its ok then right? it must be. they are sittin comfortable. shit changed when they realize the eyes of the cannibal are fuckin real.

is that amusing?

tell me. what give u the flyin fuck to work up the nerve and think you can rattle the cage of an cannibal and think judgment day isn't comin for your ass? why is it that u feel that your untouchable? i'll tell u why...u feel unbeatable...unbreakable...untouchable...unshakeable.  i can feel every ounce of your spit on top of me. it only drives me more and more insane in the gym....to prove the strength of mine can't and won't be denied. i put myself thru hell day in and day out and all you can do is sit..mock me...taunt me. in my world its darkest before dawn so right now i'm in my own personal hell...awaiting my chance...just my one chance out of the cage to show u what kind of monster u truly have created. i'm done playing around and fuckin holdin back just because you think i should do things "proper" or the "right way"...i'm not playing nice anymore. i'm willing to rip heads if that's what it takes to be stronger...


is that still amusing?

the way i train. the way i look. there's a fuckin reason, motherfucker. what u see is the embodiment of my primal resolve...my hunger..and my heart. i'm willing to do what it takes to achieve the greatness that exists within me. your words only serve to fuel my rage for the iron and its hatred. i put in work at the factory like its a full-time job day in and day out. there are no easy days. there are no comfortable days. i come in whether i'm 100% or 50%...it doesn't matter. i have work to do. and the work i do is heavy, brutal, hard, and intense as fuck. the pain i put thru myself is normal. in my line of work, i come to embrace that and accept it. my intensity is my insanity. period. i spill blood and sweat and more if necessary without a second thought...

"Tell me how it felt to have one breath... How bad did you want that little breath of air? When you want to win as bad as you wanted that one breath of air, then come back and see me. That's what it will take for you to be the best!"- steve michalik

is that still amusing to you?

you laugh at the things i haven't become yet...at the things i haven't done yet. challenge me. i fuckin dare u. whether it takes me a day, a week, a year or 10 i will fuckin make u eat your words. you go to the "gym"...i go to the factory...you train to get ready for the fuckin beach....i train to scare motherfuckers. you train for battle...doin only whats required to win...i train for war...doin EVERYTHING in my power to win it. its amusing to you to see how i train. it ridiculous to you. where every breath i take make me want it more and more. my hunger amuses u. why? u don't understand it. that's fine. i'll creep up on you like the nightmare i am and make u piss in your pants when my appearance comes over you.

i see why this is amusing to you now...

your different than me. I eat, sleep and breathe the iron 24-7 and it amuses you. yea sure, u think i don't have a life outside of the gym. me personally, what goes on outside of the factory, is none of your fuckin business only to my fellow cannibal brethren we feel and conceive what i do as a religion. your heart. u don't have it. your passion. not there. your hunger...non existent....you worry soo much about what i do, why i do it, and even go as far as to judge who i am based off of what i do or don't do. i could careless what u say. if my presence pisses u off. so be it. iif my presence amuses you, then that's a different story. go ahead...have fun. laugh it up. laugh. remember who's watchin who. while your laughin at me, i'm watchin you...analyzing your weaknesses and strengths...forming a plan to become something you don't have the fuckin balls to be OR maybe come up with a plan to take whats yours and make it my own.

is it still amusing to you?

picture this. imagine living in the world where no one can touch you. there isn't anyone stronger than you. your the best. your comfortable. you feel like your an unmovable mountain. people praise you. people admire u. why? cause of what you done. but do you know what's AMUSING to me? this. all that changes when someone out of the shadows come out of nowhere. he's watched you. studied you. knows your weaknesses and strengths. knows where your limit of pain goes. he rips your fuckin heart out and eats it for breakfast. your found lifeless...a shell of the man u used to be. what happened? you were eaten by a fuckin CANNIBAL. someone who was more hungrier and have more heart than you. he doesn't plan on stopping. you couldn't fuckin stop him. he knows you won't stop him but welcome to try. all you are is a skull that is mounted on the wall next to an empty spot for his next one. he's focused...one takin the next skull. is that amusing to you?

" You feel pressure? You are afraid that you might fail and lose the contest? You gutless bastard! You have two choices. You can either quit bodybuilding and take up golf, or you can fly back to New York and pick up your balls where you left them and train for the show with me!"- steve michalik

these days...those who call themselves "champions" of some kind are the amusement. they have the fuckin nerve to say they have what it takes. that what they say goes or your a waste of time and you won't amount to shit. that's fuckin amusement to me. wanna know what's even more amusing...they are fuckin scared. they are afraid to push themselves to the next level...they are afraid of losing...they are a bunch of pussies in my book. champions back in my day, fuckin earned the title as such...over and over again. not by staying in a weight class for 10 years or competing in a state over and over again. these are posers. they dissappear the moment someone comes to wipe their name off the books.

"I'm not a kid anymore, so don't think that your attitude is going to intimidate me. I came 3000 miles to show you what I am made of, and I intend to do just that. So stop wasting my time and let's get rock'n and roll'n!"- j.defendis

here's my point. i am who i fuckin am. i'm a cannibal and fuckin proud. i'm hungry and i have heart. i do a lot of shit that some may think is "impossible" or stupid. i'm a man possessed and on a mission. i sweat my ass off and train til i can't fuckin walk or move anymore. i go all out. tell me i'm weak. tell me i won't amount to shit. i promise u everyday i'm goin to be committed to making you my bitch. i may be broken time and time again and maybe beaten but i'll be back in your fuckin face again and again til my very presence to you goes from bein fuckin amusing to fuckin anger and annoyance OR til i become a living fuckin nightmare to you..either way..those outcomes will happen. i'll take something from yours that you pride off of and then take something else of yours. i'll take it all til you have shit else left but to deal with me and make no mistake, i'll make you bleed first before you even make me sweat even an ounce. why? i'm hungrier than you. i'll tolerate more pain than you. more importantly...i have more heart than you. i'll eat the weak and scare the strong cause that's what i fuckin do...why? cause i can. show me weakness...show me blood and i'll get hungrier. i smell blood right now. i smell fear. that's what keeps my hunger burning like a fuckin inferno. proving you wrong and makin u eat your words as i become what i fuckin want to become...keeps my hunger alive...

I didn't understand why he mocked me and insulted me. But I loved it. It fueled my rage. It brought me just one more step closer to my victory at the USA and for that I have to thank Joel. Yes, I always appreciated the support I received from my friends and fans while training for the USA, but it was guys like Joel and his cheerleaders that really enabled me to achieve my goal of becoming a champion and winning the USA.- j.defendis

does that amuse you?

you must think that your amusement angers me? no. i love it. it fuels my hunger that much more. it makes pouring my heart into what i do that much easier and without hesitation. it allows that primal resolve to be more and more feral by the session...and if you think you can bury me...break me. bring it. fuckin do it. again, you'll fuckin bleed before you accomplish this. you won't break me. you don't have the fuckin heart to do so. period. you cannot face the passion, the hunger, and heart you don't have the balls to match or overtake. i'll show u what i'm fuckin made of and its more than your pussy little ass can handle. so laugh it up motherfucker. laugh it up hard. taunt the animal in the cage and DON'T look into my eye...for they are of a man-beast ready to wreak his version of chaos and hell...the eyes of a cannibal. the only thing that is protecting your sorry-ass right now is these iron bars between us...but they won't protect you forever. i'm fuckin comin and i have only one prediction....PAIN....and there's no fuckin amusement about that.

"A great pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do."- Walter Gagehot

tell me...does THAT amuse you?
TB

No Limit


by Ox





Every time we step foot in the gym we maintain an inner dialogue. We ask ourselves what the routine should look like, what exercises we should do and in what order. But more specifically, and arguably more importantly, we're forced to determine when to stop… When do we stop adding weight and when do we stop the reps. At first glance, I'd look at it and say it's pretty simple because you only stop when you can't do anymore. You do as much weight as you can for as many reps as you can, and then you stop. However, we really plan this shit out. We go into a training session with a plan on doing so many exercises and sets per exercises, blah fucking blah. We all imagine going into the gym and breaking through barriers. We wanna make progress; that's all we're in it for. That's what keeps us going.

What if the next time you walked into the gym you just said “Fuck it”, and got rid of all the structure? No more counting reps, no more minimum or maximum numbers of sets. Maybe it's back day and all you want to do is deadlift. Is it wrong to do 10 sets of deads and walk out the door? Maybe it's just opposite and you feel like having a fucking field day and doing 7 different exercises. Maybe a superset here or a drop set there. Just do whatever the fuck you want. No rules. You go when you wanna go and you stop when you wanna stop. That is assuming you trust yourself to have the balls and the drive to never let it be anything less than sufficient.

You know what I think? I think you're fucking scared. I think you need someone to tell you what you should do, what you should think and how you should feel. I think you take comfort in someone telling you to do x, y and z. The bottom line is you don't have the balls to trust yourself. If you want to stand half a chance in this game you better grow a set and learn to have the strength to stand by your convictions. How many times have you done something because someone else does it? Why? Why are you so quick to assume that someone else knows better than you? Damn, have some faith in yourself.

Have you ever felt like you cheated yourself because you were too rigid? You can't tell me that you've never stopped at four sets on one exercise even though deep down you felt like you were just getting into it. Instead of doing more, you moved on. In the same regard, I've seen guys stop at a certain number of reps. Why the fuck would you do that? You could get 14 but you stopped at 12 because you read that the optimal rep range for muscle building is 8-12. C'mon man, get serious.

Instead of going into a training session with all of your exercises, sets and reps predetermined, why don't you do something different? How can you expect to break new ground and smash through barriers when you yourself are continuously putting up new barriers? Stop restricting yourself to certain types and volumes of exercises. Do as many sets of an exercise as you feel are appropriate. Also, if you are physically able to do another rep, you better fucking do it.

In the 1973 movie “Magnum Force,” Clint Eastwood stars as Dirty Harry Callahan, a hard-ass San Francisco police inspector. Harry encounters a lot of pressure from his superiors in response to his stop at nothing tactics, which are viewed as less than conventional, but never fail to get the job done. Harry and his superior, Lieutenant Briggs share the following dialogue:

Harry Callahan: Well, I just work for the city, Briggs.
Lieutenant Briggs: So do I, longer than you, and I never had to take my gun out of its holster once. I'm proud of that.
Harry Callahan: Well, you're a good man, Lieutenant. A good man always knows his limitations...

If you watch the scene, you will see that Harry's comment was a dig. What he was really saying was that the lieutenant never had the balls to do what was necessary to get the job done. It was evident by Harry's ruthless style and win at all costs mentality that he disregarded any thought of limitations.

My question to you is this: How can you ever expect to achieve shit when you've been saying from the start what you're not going to do? Know your limitations? To even consider it is to have two strikes against you. You can't expect to go further than everyone else when you set limits for yourself.

cHaOs513 squats- strength specialization week 1

raw box squats w/300 in band tension

135x3  225x3  

315x1  365x1  365x1  405x1

225-3x3

315-2x1  315x2x3  315x2x1

raw squats

315x14 315x5

band leg presses

630x5  720x5  720x5

leg extensions

250-2x10  250-20RP

leg curls

225x16RP

seated calf raises

380x20RP  300x15

abs

***today starts the strength specialization phase of chaos513. you'll be seein me doin box squats/raw squats, pin presses/raw bench, and deficit deads/raw deads over the next 3 weeks. worked up to 405 with 300 in band tension on box squats with max speed against that much weight so doin 225 for 3 sets of 3 was easy and doin 315 for 2 singles at the end was easier and faster than i did on the first 4 sets. then i did a repout with 315 for 14 reps for my bro nate glines...he did 17. lol. band leg presses were awesome but staying with 720 til i get 6 reps and i can add a few more plates. be sure to read the quote in the first 10 secs of vid tonite...something that alot of lifters are missing today...something that greats like ed coan, bill kazmaier, kirk karwoski, etc did in their day...

arrogant strong...you must be,,

TB

Iron Sport Gym's Planet Fitness response

The Reintroduction of J.L. Holdsworth, and the Introduction of the FIVE PERCENT By J.L. Holdsworth

The Reintroduction of J.L. Holdsworth, and the Introduction of the FIVE PERCENT

By J.L. Holdsworth

For www.EliteFTS.com

 

Hello Everyone! My name is J.L. Holdsworth and I’m an asshole. I tried to fight it, but at the end of the day you just have to know who you are and embrace it. Some people love me for it and others hate me for it, but no matter where you fall, you’ll always be entertained. I used to think I didn’t want to be known as the guy who didn’t give a fuck, but then I realized, I don’t give a fuck. Some of you may remember me from my training logs on EliteFTS, and I may have slept with some of you (Jim), but others have no idea who I am, so I’ll give you some background.

I’m from a small town in Michigan. I actually grew up with Josh McMillan (the newest member of Team EliteFTS), and I went to college with Kroc. Yes, there was test in the water where we come from. My athletic career started young with wrestling, and in high school I placed second (first loser) in the state. I played college football (fullback) at a Division II school, Ferris State University, and transferred to Wayne State University in Detroit, where I finished my degree in Exercise Science with a specialization in Nutrition and Fitness.

After college I was an assistant strength coach at Wayne State and then at the University of Kentucky. This is when I first met Jim, and immediately I didn’t like him. I was Olympic lifting at the time, and since he was powerlifting the “Westside” way (ie: he thought Louie was God), he thought I was gay for Olympic lifting. After talking to Jim, I decided that powerlifters seemed like my kind of people, so I started training for a meet. This is when I was first introduced to what it means to be in the FIVE percent.

While following the FIVE percent principles, I managed to become one of the top 275 pound powerlifters in the world in only four powerlifting meets. I had a best squat of 905, a 775 bench and an 804 deadlift, with a 2435 pound total. While training for my first WPO meet, I herniated my L5/S1 disc. Along with my stenosis, this caused some serious pain and problems.  While injured, I managed to fuck up the “pull and pray” method (apparently the injury slowed the pull), and now I have a wonderful little three year-old boy named Charlie and an ex-wife whose name is not important.  At least she was hot, and that is important.

You’re probably wondering, “What is this FIVE percent, and why is JL such an asshole?”  Well, you’re at least about to get the answer to one of those questions. The FIVE percent is that group of elite athletes and champions that sacrifice much and have the discipline of many. I belonged to that FIVE percent when I left my career as a collegiate strength coach and moved to Columbus to train at Westside after only doing one meet (in which I beat Dave and Jim).  The FIVE percent guided me as I set my work schedule up around when I was going to train, eat and sleep. These are the types of things it takes to be in the FIVE percent. So if you’re sitting there reading this article wondering why I’m writing for ELITE again, it’s because I’m rejoining the FIVE percent. 

In next month’s article, I’ll detail what exactly the FIVE percent attitude and principles are. I will also go over my powerlifting and bodybuilding goals (yes, bodybuilding... stay tuned for that one). This journey to get back in the FIVE percent should be an interesting one, and one that’s hopefully filled with much success and, I’m sure, a few failures.  I encourage you to follow my journey and embark on one of your own because “will is the one thing no one can take from us and the quality with which all great things are accomplished.” I made that shit up, but feel free to steal it. Talk to you next month bitches.

my back vs derek poundstone's back

yup i got a lot of work to do...but this is motivation for me more than ever...
TB

THE BEAST & THE ONE OR THE OTHER

sorry for this being a long post but these two entries can only be read as one. the first one is by a good bro of mine, don sellers. the 2nd is by me. enjoy.
TB

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"the beast" by don sellers
Gather ‘round the campfire and I'll tell you tales of days when Gods and warriors walked the
earth. I'll speak to you of lands and deeds noble and fierce. All too often we lose sight of the
dreamscape... The realm where possibility is a religion. Blood soaked cobblestone and dry
desert sand were the backdrop to a surreal primal, violent outland. A place where nightmares
were all too real and one could barely distinguish between smoky, tired twilight and the blaze of
a new dawn. In a place like this we could forge the iron of our own reality. In a place like this we
could walk free, covered in the day’s dirt, wearing the weather of the world like a crown of fire.
I speak now of a time and a place that is real. More real than the hollow pit that serves as a poor
excuse for modern reality. The place and the plane can exist in the form of a parallel mindset
wrapped in a bold set of ideals and laws.
"In times of peace... The warlike man sets upon himself." For whomever shall walk in this realm
and strive to become attached to the hearts of men will fail. He who would dare to travel a cold,
hungry, lonely path through all the twisted hells known to man is a rare and viscous beast and
he is held in league with the immortals. This beast, this misanthrope, this mistake of God, could
he be real? I say this beast is real and lives today within me. I feed the beast with raw rage and
fuel his hate with images of the weak minded modern media blitzkrieg.
It is exhausting at times to keep the beast contained. I must sequester him. I must hide him from
the world. I must be bonded to him for my very survival. Brothers--we must live together as
brothers. Two sides of the same coin. Though I know his face well, I cannot show it to the people
around me. What would they say if they knew? I can see the horror on their faces when even
a glimpse of the beast is revealed. They wear their hatred like a uniform. Their judgment pierces
me like so many blades in my flesh. So I continue the charade. I call on all my power to keep
the beast encapsulated within me. I walk through my days like a shadow, never really allowing
myself and the beast to walk together as one. Together we represent all that could be if there
were no lies, no judgment, no fear.
Together we are one force known only to the world as Machine. Though you see a man living a
life slightly different from the others you know, there is more. Their lives in me a thing I cannot
control or contain at length. I continue to evolve as all living things do, but I don’t know if the
beast and I can remain separate entities much longer. Day by day, as time goes by, we begin
to meld together as a whole being. It becomes more and more difficult to distinguish the beast
from myself. It is becoming unclear where he ends and I begin. I try to hold on, but in the face
of modern reality the battle is a war of attrition. My will becomes a bottomless pit of anger and
rage--it will boil over eventually. The release will be sublime. Who knows how the rest of the
world will react to the beast? Especially when they finally see, he is me...


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"the one or the other"

....there was a comic done on this about 2 years ago. spiderman was bein hunted down by a vampire that was stronger and ruthless than him. he had help last time facin this guy but this time around he was solo. this guy smelled his fear of him and toyed with him until the time came to kill spiderman and when the time came, boy did spidey get his ass handed to him and then some. but something happened, he released his totemic powers of the spider and was able to overcome his foe but at the cost of his life. he was reborn only after embracing "the other" as apart of him now. prior to this, to be reborn, the hunted ate his prey to evolve to become a man...but was it one or the other...spidey chose to embrace who he really was...who he was becoming...

last year, that comic was an inspiration for me. to me the iron does just that to you. you get to a point where you have to make a choice like spidey did..."one or the other". everyone has potential but how far are they willing to take it? and are they willing to see it thru? are they willing to take on the burden, the pain, the frustration of becoming the other? i made this choice last year without a question in my mind or heart. i didn't want anyone else around me that hadn't done the same otherwise they might as well be human cause what we do ISN'T human! we've embrace THE ANIMAL within...whatever we see ourselves as cause we are never satisfied.

the iron remakes you...recreates you into something...physically. that's the part everyone in the world doesn't mind having. to take it to the next level, you have to evolve mentally. take on the burdens that most people would run from. the challenges that make you stronger than yesterday. when i walk thru a gym, i see those who rather remain normal and be "posers". but every now and again, i see that one person who has become the other..they stick out to me without a doubt.

whats happened to me now is that i get hungrier than the day before. there is always an appetite for bein stronger and becomin a monster...its my motivation. everything else in my life is for that primary goal. its focus. that's what happens when your faced with the choice of becoming one or the other. i chose the other...bein normal to me isn't enough. gauging my standards according to those normal standards sucks ass...i want to surpass them. when i train, i sweat and sometimes damn near come close to puking. my body becomes numb at times and i fuckin love it!! i blackout and then laugh about it because i've become partly sadistic. i've blown blood vessels in my eyes, caused nose bleeds, etc...just one more drop of blood my opponents on the platform won't see. its like what my brother, chad aichs told me..."you have to bleed first before you can beat me!". my partners understand this they too made this choice...

what can you take from this? don't be a puss! look into the mirror...are you becoming something? a good brothe of mine, Mason Hale, has made this choice. when i first met him, i saw a monster..but he didn't. i told him that heroes are remembered but monsters are never forgotten. he accepted "the other"...and now is becomin a monster. no question.

again..look into the mirror...and ask yourself what do you see? do you see normal? or do you see a future manifestation of yourself? you will have to make the same choice if you plan on playing this game. when you get under the bar and take a weight most fear to take on or when your under the weather and its training day, or when your at a meet and your head to head with a monster, or your out of the game and all you think about is rage and iron. what will you do? you have to choose...for me...when i get under some weight i've never gotten under before, i'm either scared or excited. and i'm always excited. how bad to do you want it? what are you willing to sacriface in the mission to DOMINATE and become that freak, beast, animal or monster you see? these are questions you have to ask yourself and questions i have to ask myself from time to time. so ask yourself...

one or the other?
TB

ChAoS & PAIN: The Chaos and Pain Commandments

ChAoS & PAIN: The Chaos and Pain Commandments: "Given that I'm violently opposed to joining any social networking sites, I don't get the same thrill some people do in googling myself. &nbs..."

Ikuhisa "Minowaman" Minowa - The Story of Minowaman

Seether - Breakdown

Ohio Strongman Zach Gallmann

A Day in the life of Ty Young: Day Two - Quads

the forgotten concept...brotherhood

  united we are a brotherhood...divided we are NOT.


BEFORE READING THIS...keep in mind, i talk in general about things i've seen over the last 5-6 years of my lifting...something that i see that is dying...fast...



"it doesn't matter where your from...throughout the world we are brothers..we all get along and support each other. when that persons' on stage, everyone here is to support that one person"- joe ladnier.

WTF happened to this? joe ladnier said this in "power unlimited" and its exactly why i made this group. powerlifting used to be about that and pushing one another to be stronger. now you got winny bitches that complain about judging, lifting, etc. back in the 70s, lifters were fuckin hungry left and right. Jon Grove once told me about a meet he did where it was a fight down to the last attempt on deads in a full meet. there was no money in the sport then but some "lifters" have gotten spoiled and like old friend used to tell me..."have gotten used to smell of their own shit and think it smells good." and he told me that he's still good friends with those competitors to this day. that's what i'm talking about. you got lifters who are "posers" who call themselves powerlifters and haven't stepped one foot onto the platform. you got lifters who say raw is powerlifting and gear is powerlifting when they both are the same.

and support. man there have been some serious lacking on that part. we have haters now and people always hate what they don't understand. we all should be supporting one another to be bigger, stronger, and to be the best. why? cause its like louie said..."Never, ever, drop your standards. Surround yourself with people that are at the level you hope to be at, and work your ass off to get there". where the fuck did all these EGOS come from where certain lifters who have established themselves as champions think they are above the rest of the sport. back in the 70s & 80s, no one was above the rest of the sport and on any giving day, even ed coan knew this, your ass could be handed to you. everyone was hungry and wanted to be the strongest on meet day every day...but at the end of the day they were all brothers. period. alot of them are excited to see them again so they can have another chance to be stronger than them. do you have this anymore. NO.

"powerlifting is a great sport...its very intense on any level...you have that wealthy lawyer who for some reason wants to do a powerlifting meet...and then you have the one that's locked in the box accept for meet day and you let them out together and they can get along. whereas if you were out on the street the one out of the box would probably EAT the lawyer."
tell me why we can't go back to that....

i once heard a story about a meet where three powerlifters competed knucle to knuckle to the last attempt on deads. blood was shed indeed and lots of sweat too...each of them wanted to win badly and one did. it didn't matter what they did before the meet, what their contest history was, or who "they" were...in that meet they were all there for the same reason...after the meet even though one had gotten 1st place, they were brothers after that...brothers that wouldn't mind competing again one another again...

in saying that....i have something to get off my chest...here goes. i spoke about the lost concept of the "brotherhood" when it not only comes to the iron but when it comes to the iron in general. regardless if your a powerlifter, bodybuilder, strongman, or just purely a strength enthusiast i think that in order for the concept of brotherhood to return we all have to put ourselves on the same fuckin page. what i mean by that is that no one person is above the rest. that's the problem today. time to time i see people tear each other down cause of what they are doin without lookin at the flipside. in this group, sure you can but who you are no question but give that person a chance to "fix" or correct the issue they have. that way its all on them and your doin your part to make them better and vice versa. our ability to take constuctive criticism is what's causing a lot of shit on the net as far as drama. real criticism is what's goin to help you and i be the best in what we do.

also what i mean by bein on the same fuckin page is that we are all in this for a common goal. why not help one another to acheive that goal, right? what's wrong with that? it doesn't matter if this person is stronger than that person...that person could be a soild squatter than you. strength doesn't always equal knowledge and knowledge doesn't always equal strength. we are all here to learn from one another but to also push one another to bein what we know they can be. no i don't mean you should "agree" if you don't agree but be respectful regardless. hell i don't know everything and if anyone knew everything about there is about this game, then they would be the strongest and the best right? always keep an open mind here no matter what and check your ego. let me say that again...KEEP AN OPEN MIND! no matter what. if you don't agree with it, ok, agree to disagree...that's kool. leave it be. if we as a group is ever goin to bring back the concept of brotherhood, we have to tackle conquering our egos and be willing to listen with an open mind to what the next person says. when posting vids here, its kool to give props AND its also kool to critique someone just as long as its respectful and helpful. if you like it kool...if you don't like it...that's also kool. no one here is a fuckin expert. period. experts' usually have closed minds. no one is goin to ask you to change up how you train...just give you suggestions. that's kool. no one should advise you on a program that WILL work...and what you have is crap...that's NOT kool. i've had a "pro" once tell me that what i was doing was crap and he's program(per $50 a week) was the ONLY way i can get stronger. i call bullshit and as much as i tried to reason with him, there wasn't. he was on a fuckin ego trip and believe he's the best at what he does. warriors don't believe they are the best...the know they are. that's why they keep fighting. hoping they will find someone better than them to push them to the next level.


and why in the hell do i see people who want to "question" lifts being done? i know that alot of people want to be posers and i understand that. so what they squat with chains, or box squat a ton or curl 225...from all the years i learned one thing...be supportive no matter what. we all can't be mother hen's to everyone and its fuckin stupid and exhausting to help "everyone", especially if they don't want it or need it...so be supportive. that's what matters. if they post a vid or pic. good. just shows you how strong they are or how well they've been progressing and what level you need to push yourself to. if you don't have nothing good to say, then just don't fuckin say it and move on about your business since it doesn't affect your lifting, right? in this day and age, there are TOO MANY COACHES and not enough athletes. i mean come on...so what they don't post a vid? good. that means you'll post one doing more than he did. i'm always supportive of my friends...when they ask for help i give it. when i offer suggestions...I ASK FIRST! sometimes its better to ask questions on why they do what they do first. sometimes they might have something better than what you were coming up with. just drop the fuckin ego. not everyone will accept your advice so ask first. its bein respectful. and if they don't take the advice...oh well. move the fuck on

now back to lifts being questioned...from my experience...IF YOU CAN'T DO IT OR CAN DO MORE...SHUT THE FUCK UP!! if you can't squat 900lbs, don't talk shit. if you want to make a constructive criticism, ok..but be respectful and i say that on both ends. i've seen shit fly out of control cause ego and pride got involved. vids and pics were done from my understanding to help motivate and inspire and so that our brothers can help us be stronger and better thru instruction and constructive criticism...not for egos like i see on youtube(IE the guy benchin "585" for reps when it was really barely over 225). comment and help and be constructive and respectful. if you can't do either, your a douchebag. period. its not helpful and its pointless energy being wasted and we could of better spent the time being constructive and motivating.

check your ego at the door. in order to go back to bein a brotherhood...we have to check our egos and put our bullshit on PAUSE.


i realize leechers and haters are never goin to change...but the concept of brotherhood is dying by the day and it starts with YOU...reading this and spreading the word and being an example. again, if we are to every start bein a brotherhood again, we have to stop all this bullshit i see on the net...and it starts with us. all the haters, leechers, the "internet judges", etc.. take this post with the grain of salt. sorry for the long post...but its either we come together as brothers like those before us have or we die drowned in our own egos and prides...the choice is ours...remember what the concept of brotherhood is about...the brotherhood of iron...helping one another to be stronger and better. we united in the first place cause the world doesn't understand what we are and why we do what we do. we united as a brotherhood because we wanted to seek out others and help them cause by helping them, we too become stronger and can push one another to being the strongest. we take what our brothers say as constructive criticism and encouragement cause we know our brothers want us to be bigger and stronger so that in turn makes them stronger...the brotherhood become stronger...divided we are NOT.


its simple...we become a brotherhood again or we are all doomed...period.
TB

unthinkable

***even though i wrote this note october 31, 2010, i dedicate this note to NICK WINTERS. He was a true warrior of the iron and a true brother. He gave me knowledge and thru his actions he showed me what it means to NEVER BE SATISFIED BY ANY MEANS! he best represents what doing the "unthinkable" is. he did it during his training and did to get stronger. He motivated me and fired me up to be stronger and be proud to be a monster. And for that i thank him and will miss him and the strength, knowledge, and motivation i carry with me that he gave birth do will never die. And for that, I will dedicate my lifting now to him...in doing so I WILL GO RAW FOR GOOD. REST IN PEACE BROTHER...until i see you again...KEEP THE BAR LOADED.***


its only fitting i write this on halloween...have a lot to say so this is goin to be rather long....bear with me...


what does doing the "unthinkable" mean? it means doin things no one saw comin. committing to an act in favor of a larger picture at the cost of something. but here's the thing...that "cost" was already paid. doin the unthinkable means doin something without hesitation that fuckin shocks everyone. like a freak that's been in the basement that comes out and fuckin does shit no one has seen shaking up that fuckin balance that people calling themselves "champions" do. that's the unthinkable. to mean doin the unthinkable is what happens when all you have left is PURE hunger and no other way but to charge thru and unleash hell. doin the unthinkable at times can be doin that extra 100lbs no one is willing to do but don't think you can do..it can be doin that one crazy HEAVY-ass set on squats with a weight you've never done before after having done a huge repout for 10 reps and your flat out tired...it can be breaking a 20 year old record no one thought you could do..it can be loading up the weight on the bar that you believe isn't fuckin human, no one has done, but you know it must be done..AND YOU DO IT EASY! it can be goin outside of what you know to acheive that goal...and doin it without hesitation...and no regrets. unthinkable is all in the mind goin foward...


He stood before him..arrogant and strong. He looks into his eyes and an overwhelming rush of fear came over him. He sweats. He questions himself as a man. His heart for battle is gone. Why? Because he saw the killer instinct & hunger of a warrior.


the thoughts of a man willing to do the unthinkable to achieve his goal is what made the other tremble and sweat. why? cause he wasn't willing to go that far for it. that's what called "limits". its human nature to acheive them. that's right, human nature. what separates us from the rest is what and how far we are willing to do and how far we are willing to go. what beasts are we willing to unleash? that is the question. how do you get that point? where you abandon the chains you've carried all your life...where you cut loose what you known to hold you back...its simple. when its taken from you. like a pacifier from a baby forced to deal with life without it. forced to adapt. what we pose as "unthinkable" in our minds aren't so much when rage and hunger is all that remains...


When you lose it all and your at rock bottom all you have left is that hunger..the hunger to be more than what you are and want it BAD.


that hunger will drive you to do what you think is unthinkable. some do it to survive in this world. others do it to acheive a goal bigger than themselves. when i walk around in daily life i look for this in people. thru their eyes is where i can see it. the fact when it comes down to it...they will do the unthinkable to acheive their desired result. does it reinforce that killer instinct i talk about? yes. go back to the the example i gave above. the man with full of arrogancy and strength believe he will win the battle and move onto the next. he believes that this man before him doesn't have what it takes to put "fear" into his heart. ok so why did that change when he approached him? nuthin says pure intimidation and nuthin gives the other man more of an overwhelming fear more than that killer instinct in their eyes. fuck words. they only cover what's truly underneath but like the icy chill of winter, a stare of a man who has been thru hell, who's hungry, and who has that killer instinct and is willing to do the unthinkable to win the WAR. that's right, i said WAR. his opponent is only thinking about winning this battle while this man is preparing the long haul. his resolve will only get stronger whether he wins or loses. he know this much, his opponent will lose much heart and blood if he wins...enough not to face him again....in the words of my big brother chad aichs..."you may beat me but you'll have to bleed first."


Strength to face your fear, Discipline to attack them, Determination to not let it stop you, the willingness to do the Unthinkable...and the Power to overcome them. Fear won't break Resolve.


But one must ask...to do the unthinkable, must we sacrifice something in turn? answer. it was already sacrifaced. why? because before the unthinkable occurs, there isn't any hesitation to do it. the chains have already been broken. that person already made that decision before it came to this. now its at a point where it MUST BE DONE for the hunger will burn more than ever one step closer to achieving that goal.



What evens the playing field with the bigger, stronger, and faster? Pure hunger and killer instinct! Remember that.


society likes humans to stay within their limits even when someone who hardly fuckin works and takes it the easy way and never appreciates the works. when those "champions" are sitting high and boast the claims of being bigger, stronger, and faster, they believe in their eyes its not necessary to evolve further...to challenge themselves. its partly their fault. the other is society placing them there and keeping them there by all the admiring and praising. society hopes they can guard their BALANCE AND that no one comes to upset it. the world is changing. no more is their balance safe. pure hunger and killer instinct can level the playing field and MOST times overcome that champion...why? the warrior mindset to do the unthinkable...to upset the balance...and change the fuckin game. everybody knows how the champion will gain victory and makes it his goal..everyone knows the warriors' goal but don't know how he will achieve it other than his actions and his resolve to do whatever it takes.


‎"When you hit the gym, you should be focused on the larger picture- hitting your goals, whatever they may be, and making everyone weep with fear when you stomp around the gym like a miniature Godzilla, not quibbling internally over nonsense that will have little to no bearing on achieving your goals."- jamie lewis


that quote hit home hard. it made me realize and focus on the LARGER PICTURE. doin the unthinkable means more than just doin shit in training that no one else will do or doin obsene numbers that normals can't even grasp. its about putting it out there...the platform...the cage...the arena...the stage...i know that now and i'm at a point now where doin the unthinkable is goin to happen. my hunger and my passion for the iron is too great and how i attack the iron with killer instinct will make be stronger regardless. yea, i have people who may think i'm a joke. i don't care. warriors learn to not let the words of little normal people affect them from the inevitable. best part about it is....they don't know what the inevitable is.


The strongest do whatever the hell they want to because they can."- greenie.


the strongest themselves upset the balance. goin to that place to do the unthinkable is what's necessary when all you have left if your hunger. everyday i strive to committ the unthinkable. just when people think i'm done, i go back for more. doin the unexpected. never settle for bein normal. you know now the playing field can be leveled. you know now that your resolve won't be broken. BUT you also know that your hunger grows stronger each day. I KNOW now what i'm left with...my passion for the iron and my hunger to be evolving into something bigger than myself. i know it will be a war. i already have scars and know more are coming. i know more pain and suffering are coming. i'm not just willing to face them...i'm going to charge foward like the fuckin juggerant i am...no warning whatsoever. so when someone decides to stare into my eyes, they will see hell. they will see the violent intentions i have as it will cause them to question why they are in front of me in the first place. they will know my killer instinct as it causes them to break into a fuckin sweat. they will know i'm liable to do the unthinkable and won't hesitate doin so...enough to take their heart for battle. will they fear me? maybe. i can't care if they fear me or not...what matters is they know i'm fuckin here and i'm after the LARGER PICTURE and they know for DAMN sure they are in for a fight --- win, lose or draw he will bleed and will lose heart. he won't return for a rematch if he isn't a warrior. warriors can only get stronger from the challenging of other warriors. anyone lesser than them won't survive the first encounter. i will close with this statement and the pic below which speaks UNTHINKABLE. with all that said..the question remains...when someone steps to you and they stare at you...what will they see...and..

are you willing to do the unthinkable?

TB

rule #2 of CHAOS 513....see the bigger picture

the bigger picture

a warrior always sees the bigger picture. he uses his sword to slash and destroy what's before him cause its always something obstructing his path...he never stops cause he's always looking at the bigger picture...so what a battle is lost...the war is never fuckin over..

i'm surrounded by weak fucks who are blinded only by what's in front of them. they don't see past it. they never will. when shit changes they are left directionless. no where to go. until something else is in their vision blinding them once more. it becomes foresight. its fuckin predictable and i see it everyday with every person....because of egos, greed, and insecurities they are blind to this predictable process.

i see it all the time. fuckers who weren't focused decide that they once to "get back in the gym" that they shouldn't of left. only to see them leave when the next thing obstructing their vision returns. i've seen it happen and don't waste my time on those who can't see the bigger picture. they want to quit. they want to make it easy. that makes them weak. i see that. they allow those chains to pile on one after another til they are chained by society. sad fucks.

i'm always motivated by those who finally see this and are able to create the bigger picture for themselves...object of their focus. to me there is nothing better. another warrior who has joined the army against the natural order...for its "comfortable" setting of society that allows "weak" motherfuckers to be blinded by only what's in front of them. they aren't willing to sacrifice what i have sacrificed for the bigger picture.

i realize the bigger picture for me. i'm a nobody. i'm tired of it. i'm being held back and caged...i'm pissed off. i want to be the strongest motherfucker. its all i think about. in order to do this i have to challenge myself. how? by facing the strongest. this means upsetting what people see as normal. the balance. my mere existence now upsets the balance of normal. fine. the bigger picture is this...to be the strongest motherfucker NO ONE SAW COMING!!

i'm done bein distracted by shit before me. i will do what i must to make that picture everyone's reality...cause i choose make it.

seize the bigger picture. don't be fuckin weak.
TB

heroes & villians

"I'm my own brand of motherfucker."- Jonathan Greenwood

we see them in just about every gym around the world...the one the douchebags like to talk about to use "legit" lifters.

heroes
they are usually the strongest guy at the gym who usually given that title because he's putting up 500 or so on the bench. he does a million chest movements. never does legs however. wants to get his swole on. he's what every guy in the gym wants to be and what every girl wants to be with. he's usually giving bad advice on how to get his bench up. all the douches love him though. the gym owner like'em because he brings people to the gym. problem is with the heroes is that they aren't legit. they are comfortable with showing off to the other gymrats on international chest day like he's a star so almost every session is a social time for them. and even worse...they are content and comfortable. they are usually there til someone stronger steps into place and then they fade away...good. they're good for a laugh too. they have no fuckin idea on what it takes or for that matter what the "bigger picture" is. people love these guys. why? cause people feel like he's "normal". they want to "act like" as supposed to "being like"...they have their friends do things like "holding the bar" or scream at them looking like idiots. they are truly afraid of testing themselves more imporantly they are afraid of failure. he halfasses pretty much all the time and probably trains 8 days a fuckin week. testing yourself doesn't always have to happen on the platform. just becoming stronger than last week is enough and these guys aren't willing to do it. heroes don't like to sweat and bleed...you ever notice that? they don't think its proper or that that they are pushing too hard. if they cry, they want sympathy. someone to tell them...that they are still "#1 in their eyes". usually pushing these guys hard will result in them no longer lifting or no longer lifting with you so they avoid you. they arent' willing to sacrifice shit for it either. they rather look swole for the club. pure and simple...they are a waste of space...and some of "today's" champions ARE this type unfortunately...

villians
these are my types of motherfuckers. these guys could care less about who's watchin him or let alone what he's doin. he comes in with a purpose of getting stronger and better than yesterday. he doesn't say shit to anyone. why? cause no one in his immediate area is worth a damn. they are all douchebags til proven wrong. you know the types. they are the ones who bring in the chalk that gym owners hate. they roar like overgrown animals in the gym scaring away the "little" people and don't give a fuck. they bend bars too. they bust ass 24/7. the heroes can't stand these guys cause they are stronger than them. a lot of these guys are competitors. so they have that killer instinct. they will do what they do to accomplish their goals. they are legit. but because of the pussy society we have today they want to see the heroes but not the villains cause the villians intimidate the normal people...i say onto them villians because they are hated and sneered at by normal people who don't understand them. they aren't afraid to train til they puke. heroes can't stand them because they do insane shit that they know they will NEVER do. the bleed, sweat, and bleed some more cause villians know that tears won't mean shit and don't want sympathy if they fail....they will just try harder. they are stubborn bastards the lot of them. refuse to quit...refuse to believe they are weak. they will make even what appears to be the heaviest weight on the bar to normals look easy. why? cause they want to. they are hungry as hell for more weight to be stronger cause they know what it takes and they will do whatever it takes to get there..if they fall, they will rise up again and again and again. they are hated because they don't do what the "norm" or "average is. they upset the balance everywhere they go because they aren't what people expect them do be. pain and suffering is a regular thing to them...to inflict on other or themselves...to be stronger. when its time to push themselves, you see who they "really" are. monster, freak, beast, or animal...either way they are what they are...villians...

i know that after about 12+ gyms i've been through i'm a villian. i can tell you that when the douches come up and ask the question.."how did you get so big?" or "what's the secret?" they don't like the answer..."..i just bust my ass." i'm not afraid of hardwork and sweat and blood if need be. i won't be reinventing what's already been done. why? cause being the strongest guy at the gym isn't enough for me...i want more....therefore i train hungry...never satisfied. question is...which one are you...

hero or villian?
TB

rule #1 of CHAOS 513....NEVER USE THE WORDS "GOOD LUCK"

rule #1 of the wolfpac- NEVER USE THE WORDS "GOOD LUCK". you don't use it in training so you damn sure don't need it come time to prove yourself whether it be on stage, platform, or arena or elsewhere. luck is for the weak. we are using sweat, blood, and more sweat to kickass and take names when the time comes. luck implies that you may or may not do well. man the fuck up. if you have that animalistic violent resolve...luck will only be reserved for your competition....for you will bring the fury of hell....again...rule #1- NEVER USE THE WORDS "GOOD LUCK".
TB