The '15 Bronson Fuck off and Farewell Tour

[Dirkmcgirk]

man..

told everybody i needed a few days off , i because i over the fuck trained. I've been swimming, stretching, and banging mrs bronson dizzy. so i have just been resting and enjoying time with my family.


yesterday afternoon i met with my son, took my son and my 9 yr old daughter fishing. there is a big lake behind my house, and the water level is down quite a bit during the summertime.. so with the water line being a good 40 yards down from where it normally is, there is a wide sandy shoreline right now between any woods or houses that you can walk on to hit all the nice spots for large mouth bass..

we are catching some fish, my little girl is happy, son telling me about work, its a beautiful moment. then i hear,

"this is private property!"

i turn and look, this guy is on th edge of his lawn, looking down into the basin.. i just ignored him, wasn't going to shout and scare fish, wasn't going to be drawn into some conversation from 60 yards away with someone obviously trying to be an asshole.

a minute later, i hear him again.. this time closer " what do you think you're doing!!!!"

i look up and he's walking down the hill into the basin approaching us. he has a fucking beer in his hand with a lit cigarette dangling off his lip.

i yelled back " I'm exercising, what does it look like"

i get this from him " don't you be a smart ass with me SON!"

son? ok..

my boy is already reeling in his line, ' dad just don't fight with this guy, lets move down the bank to the canal" ok..

then he is addressing me again , ''you're on private property BOYS!''

I have a ball cap on to keep the sun from baking my bald ass head, an old baggy xxl t-shirt with clam digger shorts and black chuck taylors. i probably look like I'm a kid to this prick from where he's at. my son is 21 and looks 16, little 9 yr old girl with us. he thinks he has a bunch of kids fishing on th lake behind his house. he's decided to be a big burly drunk asshole and scare these kids..

he's less than 20 yards away and uphill, looking down on me . at 5'10 and down to 185 lbs right now, I'm not a big man. i sized him up pretty quickly.. he looks maybe 6'4'' and every bit of 250 lbs or more and stocky, has the gut of a beer drinker. he looks maybe 40, he's my age. old bouncer trick i can tell by his thick neck and wrist, those heavy forearms.. he's a physically powerful man. i can also tell he's a drinker, and has been drinking

so i retort..

"this isn't private property. you only own to the high water line, we are standing in the basin. this is public land under the management of the county's district water management. I'm not a fucking boy, haven't been a boy in a very long time, this is my son, this is my daughter - I'm fishing with my child on the fourth of july. leave me alone, I'm out here with my kids"

my son is reeling in my line, his sisters line, packing uo the gear as fast as he can.. " we are going to go fish the canal now anyway, just let it go dad.. don't fight with this guy"

my daughter chimes in " can we please just go daddy? "

she's getting scared. that makes me fucking grumpy.

this guys drinking, and now i can see he has a bunch of his friends in his backyard all with beers in their hands watching him try to run us off.

I'm really trying to let this go, " were going to move on anyway, no need for.."

he cuts me off " yea i know you're moving!"

ok im not grumpy anymore. I'm having intrusive thoughts of me brutalizing this fucking guy flashing in my head now. I'm pissed, my son knows it..

" dad, lets just go! we are going anyway!"

and the big man chimes in " you better listen to your son!"

then i feel a tug at my arm, my daughter is choked up trying not to cry now " please can we just go daddy please"

i look down to tell her its ok, and my peripheral vision picks up him stepping in towards me.. he thinks i would take my eyes off him, he's not very bright. I'm watching that asshole from th side of my head try to close in with me , while i have my head turned, while I'm talking to my daughter..

"mr i don't know you, but you need to get the fuck away from me and my kids. I've had enough of listening to your drunk horse shit..."

he cuts me off again with " ill kick your little punk ass "

i was completely gone at that, beyond pissed

he says something, and steps in his body language is telling me he's jlined up to try and pop me with his right hand. standing straight , still has his beer in his hand, cigarette in his mouth, he's going to try to sucker punch me. can tell he is used to scaring people with his physical size and big fucking mouth. I'm watching him like a hawk.

he points his finger at me while whatever diarrhea was still rolling out of his mouth about the wrath he was ready to lay down on me- and this fucking idiot pokes me in the chest with his finger.

I'm really funny about two things - don't try to rub pat stroke pet my fucking shaved head. don't do that. and two, don't point your finger at me - and for fucks sake, really man.. don't poke at me with that fucking finger.

and he did..

i saw his mouth moving, but i couldnt hear a fucking thing. time just stopped. everything felt like it was happening all at once.. i know this feeling pretty fucking well.

i blasted the dog shit out of this guy, i hit him just under his eye with a right hand, it knocked him off his feet and onto his ass. it didn't knock him out, but i knocked the piss out of dude. he sat up , all cross eyed. didn't look at me, he didn't look at anything. 1,000 yard stare. he's seeing stars..

the dedicated alcoholic that he apparently is, he never let go of his beer never even spilled any i don't think. he didn't know his name or what year it is right now - but that fucking can of bud light is still firmly in his paw.

i hear oohs and ahhs from on top of the hill, then grumbling and murmurs.. his buddys and their wives all still watching.. looks like one guy is gingerly making his way down the side into the basin toward us now. he has a beer in his hand too.

big man is on hands and knees now, trying to gain his feet.. i hear " thats it!!!" come out of his mouth,

and i decided that was a brilliant idea.. yes, this is it.

i kicked him across his forehead with my shin, laid him out. the guy coming down the hill is still picking his way towards us, i can see that he's barefoot and keeps looking down to see where to step. mmk..

then i hear my little girl screaming.. the big man i kicked in the head had sat up, he's got a gash across the top of his brow blood running down his face like he got hit in the mug with a machete. my daughter screams again and takes off running toward the house, i told my son - get her home

it was her being afraid that set me off, the sound of her screaming and watching her run away like that.. i think it just fucking put me into another place entirely. i remember yelling something like " you proud of yourself asshole? you like scaring little girls?"

and don't remember making any conscious decision about it, but i kicked him in the face again, laying my shin into the side of his nugget probably about as hard as i have ever hit anybody. he's laid out on his back now, he's gone. i hear my son yell at me..

" DAD!! STOP KICKING HIM IN THE HEAD!!!!"

if i had a dollar for everytime I've heard that come out of his mouth.

yea, id have a dollar.

this guys buddy comes up now, and i see his mouth moving. he's pretty excited and walking up on me. another big hairy biker type dude, bandanna and shit.. fucking neck beard. looking at him breathing all that air was enough for me to decide i hated him. he's yelling now but i really can't hear him, i just see his mouth moving around on his angry stupid fucking face. he is still walking towards me and yelling... i step in and he drops his beer, he puts his hands up and backs away form me like someone just tried to hit him with a shitty mop... he's scared. he isn't going to engage, he's afraid.

i start to be able to see and hear and think normally again.. I'm breathing like a race horse, feels like i have lightening running through my body into my hands and feet . i told bandana buddy he needs to stay the fuck away from me and my kids, he puts his hands up again this time palms out to show he is ready to demure to my request.. big man is sitting up talking to his bandana buddy


i look around and my son is standing ten feet behind me holding part of a tree limb like a baseball bat. good boy. get the gear , we are going home. can see my daughter is still running , and almost to our backyard now.. I'm still furious.

bandana buddy and big man are back on his lawn, and from the top of the hill i hear "don't you go anywhere you little motherfucker!!"

we are loaded down with gear, the little wagon my daughter was pulling ( yep, little red wagon) leaving a clear trail right back to our house in the sugar sand.. now I'm arguing with my son, he has to go home and call the cops while i watch to make sure this doesn't follow us home. i don't know what this guy will do. he's a fucking scumbag and it could follow us home and escalate, just go call the cops so i don't have to shoot this asshole

i see bandanna buddy and big man outside again, big man has something in his hand and his buddy is trying to restrain him form coming back down the hill. he shoves his bandanna buddy off him, and comes stomping down the hill.. I'm watching him, trying to see what he has in his hand.

he walks up to me, I'm thinking this isn't good.. and he puts a PHONE up to his ear!!!!
" I'm calling the cops! yure going to jail you little punk!"

" you have to be the biggest pussy I've ever met. you pick a fight with some guy fishing with his kids, get your ass beat - now you're going to tell on me! you're a giant fucking twat!"

bandana buddy is coming now too. i want to beat the shit out of these guys, really do. big man gets a little too close, i start to pop him again - notice my right hand is swollen up the size of a grapefruit.. that made me angry, so i fucking pimp slapped him with my left hand ' get the fuck away from me before i fuck you up again'

i smacked the shit out of this guy so hard, it knocked him over onto one leg.. he did a jig to keep from falling down and get both feet back under him.

bandana buddy yells " leave him alone john!!!"

john.


this guy is keeping his distance now. i slapped him and he doesn't do anything. he didn't come back out with a gun or knife - he's telling on me!!!! i think its safe to go home . i look at bandana buddy , back over to john..

" you came down that hill thinking you would scare a bunch of kids being an asshole - instead you got your ass beat, and now you're calling the cops. you're a fucking joke, if you and your little suck boy had any balls you'd throw that phone into the god damn lake and try to hand me an assbeating. no? nothing? thats what i thought. you're lucky i don't beat the shit out of both of you right fucking now'

I'm half way home and i hear " you just got a lucky punch!!!"

a lucky punch.. really? didn't anybody notice i kicked a field goal with douchebags head. twice???

walked to the house.. wife and kids asking me if I'm ok, yeah I'm fine. grabbed the phone and called the sherffs office..

" i was just assaulted while fishing on a lake behind my house with my children"

"ok please hold on.."

there was silence for a moment , then a new operator comes back on " is this the man who was fishing? or the man with the fractured skull?"


wait, what???? fuck.

20 mnutes later two cruisers pull up to my house. i know what it means when they send two deputies to " talk to you". these were young guys, actually were very polite and very considerate.. they didn't cuff me in front of my kids, daughter was crying - please don't hurt my daddy please don't take my daddy away!!! it was emotional for my family. i hated it.

we went outside, i thanked them for not wrestling me down ir cuffing me in front of my children and wife.. stuck my wrist out, cuffed and stuffed into the back of the car.. I'm quiet. i have a good attorney, I've never ben convicted of anything. ever

pretty sure i can beat this too..

then i noticed.. they aren't taking me towards the jail. they're driving around th block. I'm cuffed int he back of the car, and now were parked in front of the house where this guy john lives. he comes out front, there is john himself - whoa!!!! hahhaha! yeaaaa!!!!

he ha a horizontal cut just above his eyes brows, all the way across his forehead. it looks like a cunt. how fitting, i put a permanent twat on this fucktards face. ~golf clap~ well done charley bronson. no matter what happens now - he gets to wear that shit and remember this day - remember me - for the rest of his miserable fucking life. looks like his nose is mashed in too. being bronson has its ups and down. but even locked up in the back of a cruiser.. i felt like a fucking king - because FUCK THAT GUY!!!! ha!!!!

im noticing more cruisers.. there has been 4 or 5 in the last half an hour. these deputies all walk by the car I'm in, looking at me when they pass by.. then they go inside the house, come back out a few minutes later.. walk by the car again looking at me like I'm a saquatch. in 45 minutes, theres been like 6 deputies do this shit. where is the ambulance? fractured skull!!!!

my deputy comes out to the car, climbs in behind the wheel..


" sir, I'm not supposed to tell you these things, but can i share something with you in confidence?"


" are you taking me to jail young man?"


" well sir, thats what i want to discuss with you, but i can only do that if this stays between us"

he goes on to tell me.. the guy i fucked up is a a local tough guy. he has been arrested and sent down for beating people up, his entire adult life. apparently starting shit with people he thinks he can manhandle is this assholes fucking hobby. the deputy continues with a story about a domestic violence call, how the deputies who responded tried to deescalate things - and this guy apparently beat up a couple deputies and it took several men to wrap him up in a straight jacket and carry him in. he's done hard time, he used to be a patch holder in the local biker club.. just a total dirt bag.

the he asks, "between you and me - what really happened ?"

i knew i was fucking golden then, i told him the truth.. he was poking me in the chest telling me he was going to kick my ass in front of my kids.. scared my son and my 9 yr old little girl. so... i beat his ass.

this kid tells me , john is well fucking hated by the sherifs dept. when word got out he had taken a beating, all the deputies wanted to see how bad he got fucked up.. apparently i didn't disappoint anyone. that explained why they looked at me the way they did on the back to their cars after inspecting the cunt i spilt into big johns fucking face. like i was a yeti

this deputy wrapped it up with.. I'm not supposed to tell you this - but if you file a counter complaint about being assaulted in front of your children - the two complaints usually cancel each other out in the DA's office. just don't put anything in there that dent sound like whatever happened wasn't in self defense..

i was released from custody , wife made me and the deputy coffee while he waited for me to fill out my incident report..

game over.

i havent gotten that out of control in year.. i know now, it was my little girls reaction.. her being scared, then her crying and screaming. i lost my shit, and thats something I'm aware of and going to watch out for in the future if there is any strife.. I'm almost glad dickhead didn't get a fractured skull. that scar is going to be nasty though.. thats the first street fight I've had in like 2 years or something

so anyway, that was my fourth of july weekend excitement. Bronson

What's most shocking about this story is that you didn't hit him with a litany of punches. How did you manage to have the wherewithal to only throw one punch when your switched had been flipped by someone with 70lbs on you

 

[Charles Bronson]

he laid down after the first pop.. so he got the boots. when he came back down with his fucking cell phone to tattle tell on me, i started to punch him again but when i balled up my fist - my right hand was swollen up the size of a grapefruit.. thats why i bitch slapped him.

and really,there is nothing more degrading for any grown fucking man than not even getting punched

- this guy just fucking SLAPPED you???

so don't ruin your hands for th gym if you don't have to. if you have the clarity of mind to keep from busting your knucks up on some douchebag that you don't really need to pound anyway, why bother fucking up your hands...

I'm a big proponent of slapping men who need it. you don't have to worry about putting them into a coma on accident - and you pretty much just take their manhood and clip their balls off.

slapping a grown man and telling him to shut the fuck up is a pretty clear statement,

i could put you in a little dress and hurt you real fucking bad

 

[Billegitimate]

Mr. Bronson, I don't know you, you don't know me...but I love you like a brother.


(With two girls, of my own, I know exactly what you were fueled by.)

You did the world a favor.

 

[Charles Bronson]

Mr. Bronson, I don't know you, you don't know me...but I love you like a brother.


(With two girls, of my own, I know exactly what you were fueled by.)

You did the world a favor.

I've noticed..


when it comes to true friends,

seems they often know each other as soon as they cross paths..

thank you sir,

Bronson

 

[Charles Bronson]

took a week off, light training..

boxed friday, just pads and bag work.

jumping back on the war wagon this week.


PSL europharm sustanon/ deca have me feeling juicy as fuck

going back on halo for three- four more weeks depending on my schedule..

have been invited to participate in the training camp of a well known fighter. if i jump in ill be on halo four more weeks, and have a blast. put on some weight with this break, but feel strong now that I'm rested. ill be moving n to train at some gyms where I'm not well liked, have some beef.. I'm ready to fuck shit up again.

 

[carverelli]

CB, in my opinion the penalty for kicking some guys ass for either running his mouth or maybe just because he needs his ass whipped carries too great of a penalty in todays society. There would be more respect if this werent the case. A lot of times a guy could beat a charge if he 'defended himself' but in most cases that ive seen or been involved in a fight is decided fairly quickly with the first couple blows.

it was fortunate for you, that your altercation went in your favor. I liked your story

 

[Charles Bronson]

CB, in my opinion the penalty for kicking some guys ass for either running his mouth or maybe just because he needs his ass whipped carries too great of a penalty in todays society. There would be more respect if this werent the case. A lot of times a guy could beat a charge if he 'defended himself' but in most cases that ive seen or been involved in a fight is decided fairly quickly with the first couple blows.

it was fortunate for you, that your altercation went in your favor. I liked your story

agreed.. tho it really took a lot to push me over the edge. was all very telling about his character/ checkered past.

ass whippings.. if individuals were more likely to stand up for themselves like in days gone by, society as a whole would be in much better shape than it is. people would shave better manners, for sure.

bounced for 12 years in a saloon that was more pirate ship than tavern, and you are 100% correct about most fights being over very quickly.. seen that over and over again. hit first hit hard and no half measures - 9 times out of 10 the first man to initiate will take the fight..

between him drinking / me being sober, and my having my kids with me, i had an idea of where i might be in th eyes of law enforcement or in a courtroom full of people, even when it first started.. when i popped his head open like a can of tuna, i thought i was going to be in some trouble.. his arrest record and past with the sherifs dept might been the deciding factor there, i thought for sure i was going to have to fork over all kinds of money to my lawyer to beat some charges when i saw that gash in hs face.

i am finding beer cans in my yard, he's driving by my house in his truck and tossing shit into my yard now when i have cul de sacs at each end and my street isn't a thoroughfare.. also " somebody" drives by my house honking their horn late at night on some nights, around just past 3 am/ when the bars shut down seems to be the most consistent time. saving all his beer cans i pick out of my yard. going to report him for harassment, neighbors know who he is now and have seen him..

have a feeling this isn't over, and have had that feeling even before he pussed out and called the cops.

 

[maurij1]

I come back after a weeks vacation and the first thing I read is CB stomping the shit out of the neighborhood asshole....Priceless!! Been in that situation many times being a bouncer and being a fairly small bouncer at that..I'm 5' 9 and a half, I used to be 5' 10 lol. It was always the big guys that had the biggest mouths and when I'd tell them to quiet down I always got the same answer "aren't you a little small to be fucking with me" which I'd usually laugh at unless they pushed or poked me then it was game on! Like you CB I hate being fucking pushed or poked, just reading your story got my adrenelin going!! If I was breaking up a fight I would usually just go for the choke hold and most of the time they sobered up real quick before the lights went out but if I get shoved...you're getting a straight right as hard as I can throw it. I am a little claustrophobic also and if someone puts me in a headlock I freak the fuck out, I will hit you anywhere and with anything to get out of it.

I haven't bounced in 17 yrs and I don't miss it one bit but I'm coming out of retirement for one day in Aug for a huge tent party. Should be pretty tame but it's good money so I'll take tame.

You got lucky, these days with how pussified America is you threaten someone and you can go to jail....Fucking hate pussies!!

Anyways, great story again CB, glad you didn't get into trouble!

 

[Ziegler]

Sir Charles I'm so glad you kicked that morons ass. I'm sorry you had to do that in front of your kids but they will get over it and remember how daddy beat the fuck out of that asshole.

 

[DinoTexas]

Priceless..."The dedicated alcoholic that he is, he never let go of that Bud Light can"

 

[Charles Bronson]

thanks for the kind words..

he deffinately had it coming. i wasn't going to be able to get out of there without a scrap, i don't regret it one bit.


the way things are going, i still have another round to go with the guy. have a bad feeling.

i boxed last night, did well until about 8 rounds in when stamina issues resurfaced. i guess i need to do some home phlebotomy later in the week. that will be a first for me, anybody here have some pointers they'd like to share?


anyway, i gassed out badly with a couple rounds left to go and got beat up by a talented light heavyweight. no shame, it happens. this kid is a great fighter, had excellent manners and i dare say reminds me of a young.... me. was able to reel off combinations on me while i had barely energy to answer with one or two counter shots at a time.. i was shot out, he was sharp and accurate landed some leg kicks and body punches.. i was looping and telegraphing everything i tried to throw, just too exhausted to be clean and tight with anything. in the end i settled for beating on his arms with a hard body kick every time he'd step in and throw something.. i landed one good knee to his body that saw him sit back for the rest of the round , then he came out fired up for the last round and made me look bad. oh well. take more than an ass whupping to knock the pride out of charley b.

rest day, going back to see how i do wednesday..

went home and sat out front icing my hands and my neck while my dog roamed around. been watching my front yard a lot lately. i like it out there, lots of old oak trees in my yard, in my neighborhood. reminds me of the farm where i grew up


neighbor of mine was outside walking his wifes little yapping shit eater, lives catty corner across the street from me.. I've only talked to him a couple times, seemed like a good dude.

met him out running one day, saw him and his wife struggling with carrying some furniture into their house when they moved in and offered to give a hand.. once inside, ended up helping him carry up everything they needed to put on the second floor. kind of a ball buster, but what do you do when you offer to help someone and find they're in worse need than you thought.. talking to him a bit, when i asked what he did for a living he said he was ex military.. then his voice just kind of trailed off. he's a young fit dude with a high and tight hair cut, so i left it alone when he didn't volunteer anymore information about his service or employment. grew up with vets in my family, and you don't press.. his wife is a southern gal id guess from north carolina by her accent, very warm sweet and talkative.. just about the opposite of her husband, mr buzz cut. when we were done carrying furniture, she had baked cookies and brewed tea. sat down for a snack, some small talk about the neighborhood.. then said our goodbyes, a firm handshake with almost piercing eye contact and a thank you which as i read from him , meant way more than what a thank you usually means, more like " you're one of us" or something.. i like this guy.

that was maybe 6-7 months ago, when they moved into the neighborhood. ill see him or his wife when were all outside and we will wave, thats bout the extent of our friendship and interaction .

so around 9 o'clock last night, I'm out front and lo and behold - the asshole i thumped drives by in his truck. sees me and lays on his horn and flips me off. he's yelling something, i can't hear what it is.. i wanted to follow him to his house and finish beating him into a full blown retard, which I'm sure was the effect he was after.. i walked toward the road, pulled the front of my shorts down and flashed him cock and balls while informing him he should just pull over and say hello.. he sped up and turned onto the dead end street that he lives down. so no , that was not obvious at all.

mr buzz cut saw and heard it all.. he approached me and asked what that was all about. Bronson isn't shy. i told em exactly what was going on.. and yea i see this thing escalating until somebody is really hurt, goes to jail, or both..

his reply was "don't be drawn into approaching him, not on or anywhere near his property"

short and to the point, this guy isn't exactly a chatter box.

about an hour later , knock on the door and its the sherif dept. fuck, what now..

apparently my neighbor is a federal marshall. he looked up this guy and decided he was dangerous, knows the local leo's and filed an incident report about what happened.. which i read and then filed my own account.

what he had been yelling when he drove by my house was a threat of doing me bodily harm.. which just happened to be overheard by a fed, and taken seriously enough because of this guys record that he was picked up and carted off to jail. the plot thickens.

i don't call the cops, never have, but whatever. if this goes any further the documentation won't hurt, and maybe it will keep me from having to pick up beer cans out of my yard between now and whenever me and this guy square off again. i hate petty bullshit.


in the meantime..

just staying calm and relaxed, hitting the swimming pool - mungo jerry said its summertime

 

[Dirkmcgirk]

CB is GGG the real deal or just an overhyped foreigner that HBO is propping up. I think he's all hype so far. He doesn't have particularly good defense(maybe a function of his offense) and he hasn't shown enough technical skill in my opinion. For Christ's sakes the dude barely throws a jab. I can't understand why he has the hype machine behind him when there is a legitimate tried and true boxer/k.o. artist like Krusher Kovalev around who doesn't have nearly the same backing. Krusher has faced name opponents and has proven he can box as well as brawl.

 

[Charles Bronson]

Gennady Golovkin is the real deal. a guy with an extensive amateur record, trip to the olympics who's never been down...

something like 300+ fights with his amateur record, and never been down, ever.. that says A LOT.

with all the hype involved, can infer that the promotions involved are betting on him, and planning on cashing in on his ability

they can't lose, they build up a guy - and if he's torn down by someone, they automatically have "the next best thing" under some kind of contractual clause for a rematch/ future promotions as " the guy who beat THE guy"

the game is all hype, less about who's fighting and what they can do , more about how many people are interested in seeing it

i know a heavyweight southpaw who knocked down lennox lewis 4 times in sparring, in lennxs fucking PRIME, he broke lonnoxs ribs and sent him to the hospital for X-rays.. but because the guy was 1.a southpaw 2. a huge puncher and 3. unknown NOBODY WOULD FIGHT THIS GUY.

nobody would touch him. even when don king signed him, the don couldn't get anyone to fight him, couldn't even hype him. he was an unknown without any claim to fame - there was no upside to fighting this guy for anyone, and his career never went anywhere. now he's a pastor in a church unknown dude except inside boxing circles

so yeah, GG is the real thing.. he paid his dues and all that, but lets be honest - he won the hype machine lottery with plenty of other guys just as deserving, or maybe even more so..

my 2 cents

 

[maurij1]

I've met a few boxers at our gym that we've had come in for sparring that have been in camp with triple G and they all say the same thing...He's the real deal. Anywhere he hits you he hurts you, he doesn't waste punches and he's accurate which makes him dangerous! Oh and they all say he's a super nice guy outside of the ring

 

[Charles Bronson]

bit of personal roller coaster on the home front..

but I'm rested and healthy, this upcoming week be back on the war horse

clocks ticking till i start my bulk, will make this count

 

[jolter604]

bit of personal roller coaster on the home front..

but I'm rested and healthy, this upcoming week be back on the war horse

clocks ticking till i start my bulk, will make this count

I have not been reading on this thread but are you thinking of tren?

 

[halfwit]

How the HELL did I miss this EPIC FUCKING THREAD?!

I'm not going to lie Charlie, you are definitely one of those guys that I'd sit down and have a beer with while angling for a fat bass, or scream at while pushing for a new PR in the gym.

I've seen so many guys over the years, both online and off that act like the real deal. You sir, walk that fucking walk. I totally put myself in your shoes with your 4th of July post, and can't help but feel as if I would have done the same. I'm very happy that things have been working our for you, and will certainly be following the rest of your journey, no doubt about it!

 

[Dirkmcgirk]

CB!!!

Fuck it man i decided to start amateur boxing with intentions on getting my pro card this time next year. I'm an old ass 36 year old man with a white collar job making pretty good money. I've been doing this for sport for a year but just recently my trainer seems to think I have a shot at making some waves. He explained to me like so. I played 2 years of college football and never got a concussion. I've been doing Krav Maga for a while as well as light sparring. My knees are absolute shit but he think i can manage that. The bottomline i have some decent natural talent, i know how to follow instructions, despite my 75iq he seems to think i am pretty smart and there is a dearth of good quality heavyweights so the time is right.

One last thing, I haven't ask my trainer this but intend to Thursday, what's your opinion on lifting weights? Am I gonna have to forego heavyweight lifting to be serious? I hear alot about it making you slow and stiff.

 

[Charles Bronson]

I have not been reading on this thread but are you thinking of tren?

for my bulk this fall, test deca tren and an oral, yes sir..

How the HELL did I miss this EPIC FUCKING THREAD?!

I'm not going to lie Charlie, you are definitely one of those guys that I'd sit down and have a beer with while angling for a fat bass, or scream at while pushing for a new PR in the gym.

I've seen so many guys over the years, both online and off that act like the real deal. You sir, walk that fucking walk. I totally put myself in your shoes with your 4th of July post, and can't help but feel as if I would have done the same. I'm very happy that things have been working our for you, and will certainly be following the rest of your journey, no doubt about it!

hahaha!! you and 9'r are my biggest man crushes on this board

the advice you give me on here saved my ass too may times too count..

feeling is mutual my brother

CB!!!

Fuck it man i decided to start amateur boxing with intentions on getting my pro card this time next year. I'm an old ass 36 year old man with a white collar job making pretty good money. I've been doing this for sport for a year but just recently my trainer seems to think I have a shot at making some waves. He explained to me like so. I played 2 years of college football and never got a concussion. I've been doing Krav Maga for a while as well as light sparring. My knees are absolute shit but he think i can manage that. The bottomline i have some decent natural talent, i know how to follow instructions and despite my 75iq he seems to think i am pretty smart.

i wish i was 36. id work all day , train in the afternoons - then fuck all night.

you're not old, yet.. push as hard as you can for the next 4-5 years.. and just have fun while you do it

 

[Charles Bronson]

Mrs Bronson found out i was naughty..

regrets, problems, heart ache. please don't even ask.


saw the repeat violent offender at the local Habibbi mart. i saw him first, when he came around the corner of the aisle i looked him in the eye. i fucked him up pretty good, looks like lightening struck him in the fucking forehead. he mumbled and looked down, walked around me. i grabbed a gallon of milk and stood in line behind him.. when he was walking out of the store, he turned and said

" man i have a drinking problem, i say and do things when I'm drunk that aren't even me.. it wasn't anything personal, it was just me being a drunk idiot"

i told him.. "it was never anything personal for me, ever. you're a big man and scared my kids - the end. my family has been through a lot lately, i don't want my woman or my kids worried about what might happen next, i just want peace and quiet for my family."

he looked at the ground and mumbled, " man I'm sorry about all this" shook my hand and walked out.

i almost felt sorry for dude.

then Habibbi, young guy in his early 30's says " mann you fooked him up!?!? i heard about dat, i deednt know it was youuu! dat guy is an asshole man, he is no good"

and in that moment my empathy passed, the chuckle did it..

"yea, he was being an asshole"

trained monday.. at a semi-local mma gym, bit of a drive to help with training stand up for a camp.

bunch of guys there getting ready for different events, all coming up.. their main fighter is pretty well known guy, he and i trained together last year have a decent working relationship. worked drills with everybody for about an hour, then i sparred with guys on the mats correcting them and showing them techniques in real-time as we sparred, while they all took turns rolling in the cage.. i was the " in the barrel" and stayed in the whole time with fresh guys rotating in with me every round. all in all a great group of guys, just very competitive and very strong.

younger guy among them kept trying to shut me down.. 170 lb'r that bounced in and out, landing shots then moving straight back - jumping off the fucking mats when id pressure him and try to return combinations/ counter fight. he'd move in, throw a few awkward shots then just move straight back off the edge of the mats when i came forward, reach out to touch gloves and reset in the middle of the mats once he stepped off onto the carpet.

this is the problem with mats, when a guy won't use lateral movement and stay on the floor as if training inside th ropes, or the cage..

second round in with him, i told him it was dangerous to move straight back against a thai boxer.. he nodded and did that same shit again. I'm pissed.

we reset in the middle of the mats.. he chops at my arms with a couple weird punches, then tries a front kick to my face that i parry with my glove, when i stepped in and dropped down to return fire, he started skipping backwards.. instead of trying to pick off a clean kick or punch, i grabbed him by the neck and shoved him backwards - ran with him as hard as i could off the fucking mats - across 6 feet of carpet and into the wall next to the front desk- when he slammed into th wall i stuck a hard knee that landed between his groin cup and his hip when he rebounded.. he folded up and the handlers were yelling about the wall. drywall was pushed in between the studs. whatever, fuck your wall anyway.

owner of the gym came over, explained to him what happened.. he actually kind of grinned, "well that should keep him from playing on the due of the carpet"

then he went over and calmed the kid down. i could hear something about thai boxers being " different" and how sportsmanship and " etiquette" was different in different sports. basically inferred he told the kid he was being an asshole, to cut it out.

the next round was with a good heavyweight, faster and stronger than me.. a total genetic outlier with brains, this kid is scary and will deffinately be making a big name for himself. i was tired.. still pissed off and distracted, right at the opening bell he managed to flip a kick just over my guard that landed on the side of my fucking nugget. in over twenty years of this shit i can count on one hand the number of times I've been ht with a god damn high kick. i have grown old

i wobbled, on fucking auto pilot i grabbed his leg and kicked his support keg out from under him while he was till saying " oh shit, you ok?" the fact i pancaked him with a cut kick was a moot fucking point. yea i was wobbled, more embarrassed than anything. fuck

third round now with the dancing prick that backpedals into the parking lot, my 9th round in the barrel..

I'm pretty fucking grumpy. I'm tired. I'm concussed. I'm fucking embarrassed.

he's dancing off the fucking mats again. un fucking real. the third or fourth time we reset in the middle of the mats, i chased him to the edge of the floor - when he tried to step off the mats - i grabbed him in a clinch, swung him back onto the mats by his neck.. when he put his hands out to catch himself falling onto the floor.. i kicked him through his bushy god damned grizzly adams beard right in his fucking mouth. he rolled over onto his back and laid there. no more fancy dancy

the heavyweight and the other middleweight both jumped up

" i saw that!"

" whoa!"

and this from the owner of the gym..

"that was clean!"


old. tired. beat up. embarrassed. redeemed.

I've slowly come to the realization, yeah.. this is it, really

i stay plugged in much longer, ill have to settle for being just old tired beat up and embarrassed

august 17 around corner.. i will be 100% completely and totally fucking done.

training tonight. all balls out

Bronson