Charles Bronson
old timey gentleman
day 4 in on the halo, took my second dosage of the day at 20 mg on an empty stomach an hour and a half before training..
mentally it felt i had a one track mind, really focused and ready to get into the gym and fucking get down with banging it out
the last 20 minutes of the commute, i had put on some music and was getting goosebumps from walking through and visualizing the things i wanted to accomplish
felt super energized and really aggressive.. i tend to be aggressive anyway, i never had to take AAS to boost my drive or competitive nature.
the opposite, i have to watch my temper and emotional reactions on any AAS especially with tren.. the aggression from halo felt nothing like tren aggression to me, with tren i stay in a shitty mood and almost look for things to justify being pissed.. with halo there was none of the tren negativity, just pure drive and focsus
all i wanted was to get in the gym and go off, this shit had me chomping at the bit and all i wanted to do was blast
there isn't anyway to describe it other than pure adrenaline buzz. the closest i can compare it to is the heightened awareness and energy levels you get from a fight / flight response similar to getting into a street fight you didn't see coming - except rather than last 20-40 minutes, it kicked on and stayed on for at least four hours..
they warmed him up with pads while i went to work on a floor length 200 lb heavy bag. i noticed halfway though the round the other fighters were stopping their training to watch me abuse the bag.. i was folding that big heavy fucker with body shots, and tossing it around on the chains with straight right hands.. landing enough where i could feel the stress in the bones of my forearms from connecting..
after the first round my hands were throbbing from pounding them, i had the handlers tape my hands up over my wraps. i haven't beaten on heavy bag like that since my early twenties.
the trainers jokingly asked me if i had a rough day, unusually intense and quiet. i explained i have been under a lot of stress, and rather than engage int he usual banter just worked the bag over like it owed me money and stayed quiet.
at the last minute the handlers decided that with his shin being baked from banging my elbow, we wouldn't do full thai boxing, nothing but hands and clinching. they said he couldn't afford any shin contact with him sorting out a bruise so close to defending his belt.. in other words, they saw i was in a mood and a little intense and didn't want to chance a dick measuring contest with kicking each while their man had a fucked up shin. whatever
so without any kicking and having to fight from southpaw, i was at a pretty big disadvantage.. my boxing hands are set up from orthodox, right hand.. taking away my left kick is easily 60-70% of my offense from southie
rounds 1-8
from the opening bell i clinched with him, tossing him around with my size and strength advantage. he landed a couple good knees on my short ribs that stung, but every bit of pain and fatigue i felt in there was well overshadowed by the desire and drive i had to push as hard as i could.. i threw him to the mats several times when he would throw knees, pancaked his ass pretty hard a couoletimes, hooking my glove behind his leg when he pulled up the throw a knee.. he abandoned any offense in the clinch and concentrated on keeping his center of gravity lower than mine to keep from being chucked.. i started wrapping him in a hammer lock and folding him backwards, flattening him onto his back into the mats.
he was busy inside with punches, i waked through everything and clinched for the first few rounds just enjoying flexing and using my strength.. I'm strong for my weight division and have him by over 20 lbs, he's very strong for his division.. but physically mismatched with me in the clinch
the handlers complained after the third round, saying there was no way anyone is his weight class would manhandle him like that.. and for him to ne getting pounded into the mats over and over was risking injury.. i was asked to shift gears and try to find holes in his defense with counter punching and combos.
i bitched a littl bit, im not set up for fucking southpaw with my boxing hands, but ok.
rounds 5-6
i shot for holes and threw punches in the middle of his flurries, punching with him instead of waiting to land a counter at the end of whatever he was throwing.. a couple good straight lefts snapped his head back, he started using really poised head movement and slipping those to dig to my body..
i think it was the 6/7 round he stepped in and dug hard with a straight right to my body, i launched a left hook ( from southpaw remember) that caught him on top of the head and wobbled him. his trainer threw a fit, " you're going to fuck this fight up for him - less power with busier hands!!"
that pissed me off. he was right, really, and I'm usually very professional, so I'm going to attribute it to the halo. the next few exchanges, i threw counters as hard as i could but shot for hitting him on the arms and the delts. i hit him on the shouder and knocked him over onto one foot where he had to dance a jig to get both feet back under him. the handlers laughed. the trainer started bitching again. the man in front of me nodded, understanding i was showing him.. i could really fucking hurt you if i want to.
meanwhile this kid is ripping good combos on me while I'm standing southpaw and can't use my main weapon - my left shin. eighth round i coasted and let him just work me over. i wasn't really feeling anything, the power got from the halo felt like my body was abet o take anything this guy could throw.. i was breathing so heavy i sounded like a race horse but i didn't feel winded. thirty sends left in the 8th round i got grumpy, clinched him and did a hip throw that spiked his head and shoulder into the mat heavy. he didn't take the fall very well and got up slow.. bell rang before there was another exchange..
I'm supposed to fly out with this guy for his fight and sit in the corner. a very big show of respect from him and his camp. after mondays workout, won't be surprised if something does come up and i find myself uninvited for whatever reason. I've been a good sport with this guy and his camp , he's a good kid and i like him.. but being this is my last hurrah - i feel like for what I'm being paid - he just had to take some fucking abuse as I'm on my way out and this might be the last impression i leave him and everyone in his gym with..
hes a good fighter, very tough very talented.. was just my way of saying goodbye - to show him and everybody else in there - i would fucking wreck you if i turned on and wasn't wiring out with you to make you better.. if this turned into a head butting contest, you'd be done bud
i fucking love halo
I've had to ice may hands, for the first time in years because of the aggression nd explosive power its given me in training.
it gives all the strength power and aggression i had once hoped i would get from th vaunted trenbolone.
tren is useless for boxing. it murders stamina so bad - you might as well try to box with a roll of duct tape wrapped around your mouth like a fucking kidnapping victim
without stamina, without being able to breathe - all the aggression and power of tren is a complete bust for any kind of athletics.
couple guys have bagged on PSL/ europharm
all i can say is they didnt know me from fucking adam - but they've treated me right from day one, and there is zero possibility the gear i have is bunk shit. I've run enough pharm grade test on trt to know how i feel from low levels to mod levels to being fucking sky high through the roof
I've had shitty joint problems, an elbow in particular, that if this deca was under dosed - the low amount I'm boosting every week wouldn't give me shit for relief.
ill get my bloodwork done in a couple weeks to dial in my ai.. running letro for the first time and think my e might be climbing, i need to stay on top of that.. and PSL said they will reimburse me with free gear/ discounts for running bloods and posting them publicly - so that shit is happening
that god damn halo is making me go fucking berserk in training, i get goose bumps and hot flashes - its a total adrenaline dump onto my system that last for fucking hours. I'm going to bump up from 20 mg twice a day to just chomping all 40mg for pre workout.
if anybody has ever wanted to try halo , or you fucking love halo already..
get with PSL and order your gear. the shit is like slamming a can full of popeyes spinach
20 mg on an empty stomach two hours before i train and i feel like a demi god.
losing a step or two in speed is something i can't do much about but my reflexes are still up to par, and with this cycle now kicked in i am stronger and more powerful than i have ever been with a lifetime of experience to push my way through whatever comes up..
i have signed up for an open mat sparring session at a local gym i haven't been to in a few years, not a paid venture with a specific fighter prepping for an event, but a gym full of fighters from amateur to professional in every weight class from lightweight to super heavy. no idea who or what ill have in front of me.. one of their better fighters was destroyed by a stablemate of mine who i used to dominate in workouts. this was years ago, times have changed, this guy has improved while i have declined with age..
they know who i am , know I'm getting old and getting out after the summer is up. they were shocked when i called and told them i was looking for work with sparring parnters.. i don't have any friends in there.
if i had to make a wager, they'll have someone take a shot at putting me down and out at some point just for the bragging rights
im an old man and all i have left is my reputation. they want to talk some shit on me after I've walked away , they'll have to earn the fucking right.
win lose or draw, lets give everybody something to talk about.
see how it goes
mentally it felt i had a one track mind, really focused and ready to get into the gym and fucking get down with banging it out
the last 20 minutes of the commute, i had put on some music and was getting goosebumps from walking through and visualizing the things i wanted to accomplish
felt super energized and really aggressive.. i tend to be aggressive anyway, i never had to take AAS to boost my drive or competitive nature.
the opposite, i have to watch my temper and emotional reactions on any AAS especially with tren.. the aggression from halo felt nothing like tren aggression to me, with tren i stay in a shitty mood and almost look for things to justify being pissed.. with halo there was none of the tren negativity, just pure drive and focsus
all i wanted was to get in the gym and go off, this shit had me chomping at the bit and all i wanted to do was blast
there isn't anyway to describe it other than pure adrenaline buzz. the closest i can compare it to is the heightened awareness and energy levels you get from a fight / flight response similar to getting into a street fight you didn't see coming - except rather than last 20-40 minutes, it kicked on and stayed on for at least four hours..
they warmed him up with pads while i went to work on a floor length 200 lb heavy bag. i noticed halfway though the round the other fighters were stopping their training to watch me abuse the bag.. i was folding that big heavy fucker with body shots, and tossing it around on the chains with straight right hands.. landing enough where i could feel the stress in the bones of my forearms from connecting..
after the first round my hands were throbbing from pounding them, i had the handlers tape my hands up over my wraps. i haven't beaten on heavy bag like that since my early twenties.
the trainers jokingly asked me if i had a rough day, unusually intense and quiet. i explained i have been under a lot of stress, and rather than engage int he usual banter just worked the bag over like it owed me money and stayed quiet.
at the last minute the handlers decided that with his shin being baked from banging my elbow, we wouldn't do full thai boxing, nothing but hands and clinching. they said he couldn't afford any shin contact with him sorting out a bruise so close to defending his belt.. in other words, they saw i was in a mood and a little intense and didn't want to chance a dick measuring contest with kicking each while their man had a fucked up shin. whatever
so without any kicking and having to fight from southpaw, i was at a pretty big disadvantage.. my boxing hands are set up from orthodox, right hand.. taking away my left kick is easily 60-70% of my offense from southie
rounds 1-8
from the opening bell i clinched with him, tossing him around with my size and strength advantage. he landed a couple good knees on my short ribs that stung, but every bit of pain and fatigue i felt in there was well overshadowed by the desire and drive i had to push as hard as i could.. i threw him to the mats several times when he would throw knees, pancaked his ass pretty hard a couoletimes, hooking my glove behind his leg when he pulled up the throw a knee.. he abandoned any offense in the clinch and concentrated on keeping his center of gravity lower than mine to keep from being chucked.. i started wrapping him in a hammer lock and folding him backwards, flattening him onto his back into the mats.
he was busy inside with punches, i waked through everything and clinched for the first few rounds just enjoying flexing and using my strength.. I'm strong for my weight division and have him by over 20 lbs, he's very strong for his division.. but physically mismatched with me in the clinch
the handlers complained after the third round, saying there was no way anyone is his weight class would manhandle him like that.. and for him to ne getting pounded into the mats over and over was risking injury.. i was asked to shift gears and try to find holes in his defense with counter punching and combos.
i bitched a littl bit, im not set up for fucking southpaw with my boxing hands, but ok.
rounds 5-6
i shot for holes and threw punches in the middle of his flurries, punching with him instead of waiting to land a counter at the end of whatever he was throwing.. a couple good straight lefts snapped his head back, he started using really poised head movement and slipping those to dig to my body..
i think it was the 6/7 round he stepped in and dug hard with a straight right to my body, i launched a left hook ( from southpaw remember) that caught him on top of the head and wobbled him. his trainer threw a fit, " you're going to fuck this fight up for him - less power with busier hands!!"
that pissed me off. he was right, really, and I'm usually very professional, so I'm going to attribute it to the halo. the next few exchanges, i threw counters as hard as i could but shot for hitting him on the arms and the delts. i hit him on the shouder and knocked him over onto one foot where he had to dance a jig to get both feet back under him. the handlers laughed. the trainer started bitching again. the man in front of me nodded, understanding i was showing him.. i could really fucking hurt you if i want to.
meanwhile this kid is ripping good combos on me while I'm standing southpaw and can't use my main weapon - my left shin. eighth round i coasted and let him just work me over. i wasn't really feeling anything, the power got from the halo felt like my body was abet o take anything this guy could throw.. i was breathing so heavy i sounded like a race horse but i didn't feel winded. thirty sends left in the 8th round i got grumpy, clinched him and did a hip throw that spiked his head and shoulder into the mat heavy. he didn't take the fall very well and got up slow.. bell rang before there was another exchange..
I'm supposed to fly out with this guy for his fight and sit in the corner. a very big show of respect from him and his camp. after mondays workout, won't be surprised if something does come up and i find myself uninvited for whatever reason. I've been a good sport with this guy and his camp , he's a good kid and i like him.. but being this is my last hurrah - i feel like for what I'm being paid - he just had to take some fucking abuse as I'm on my way out and this might be the last impression i leave him and everyone in his gym with..
hes a good fighter, very tough very talented.. was just my way of saying goodbye - to show him and everybody else in there - i would fucking wreck you if i turned on and wasn't wiring out with you to make you better.. if this turned into a head butting contest, you'd be done bud
i fucking love halo
I've had to ice may hands, for the first time in years because of the aggression nd explosive power its given me in training.
it gives all the strength power and aggression i had once hoped i would get from th vaunted trenbolone.
tren is useless for boxing. it murders stamina so bad - you might as well try to box with a roll of duct tape wrapped around your mouth like a fucking kidnapping victim
without stamina, without being able to breathe - all the aggression and power of tren is a complete bust for any kind of athletics.
couple guys have bagged on PSL/ europharm
all i can say is they didnt know me from fucking adam - but they've treated me right from day one, and there is zero possibility the gear i have is bunk shit. I've run enough pharm grade test on trt to know how i feel from low levels to mod levels to being fucking sky high through the roof
I've had shitty joint problems, an elbow in particular, that if this deca was under dosed - the low amount I'm boosting every week wouldn't give me shit for relief.
ill get my bloodwork done in a couple weeks to dial in my ai.. running letro for the first time and think my e might be climbing, i need to stay on top of that.. and PSL said they will reimburse me with free gear/ discounts for running bloods and posting them publicly - so that shit is happening
that god damn halo is making me go fucking berserk in training, i get goose bumps and hot flashes - its a total adrenaline dump onto my system that last for fucking hours. I'm going to bump up from 20 mg twice a day to just chomping all 40mg for pre workout.
if anybody has ever wanted to try halo , or you fucking love halo already..
get with PSL and order your gear. the shit is like slamming a can full of popeyes spinach
20 mg on an empty stomach two hours before i train and i feel like a demi god.
losing a step or two in speed is something i can't do much about but my reflexes are still up to par, and with this cycle now kicked in i am stronger and more powerful than i have ever been with a lifetime of experience to push my way through whatever comes up..
i have signed up for an open mat sparring session at a local gym i haven't been to in a few years, not a paid venture with a specific fighter prepping for an event, but a gym full of fighters from amateur to professional in every weight class from lightweight to super heavy. no idea who or what ill have in front of me.. one of their better fighters was destroyed by a stablemate of mine who i used to dominate in workouts. this was years ago, times have changed, this guy has improved while i have declined with age..
they know who i am , know I'm getting old and getting out after the summer is up. they were shocked when i called and told them i was looking for work with sparring parnters.. i don't have any friends in there.
if i had to make a wager, they'll have someone take a shot at putting me down and out at some point just for the bragging rights
im an old man and all i have left is my reputation. they want to talk some shit on me after I've walked away , they'll have to earn the fucking right.
win lose or draw, lets give everybody something to talk about.
see how it goes
