brutality

its the last set...you've had an off day. shit hasn't felt easy...your about out of gas...your pre workout is gone and you have a painful set of reps to do. so you glance at the bar. its not forgiving. you glance at it again...you know its fuckin with u but your tired. your dripping every drop of water u put in. u grasp the bar. squeezing is a task. every second is hesitate...your strength goes with it. so its now or never...here goes...one...two...three...four....now the pain returns more vicious than before....five....six....seven....eight...the weakness sets in now...nine...here comes the push and....wait...u sat it down....

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN?!

this is what i ask myself when i catch myself halfassing a rep or moving weight that i'm trying to convince myself that its justified in calling "work weight". how many times are u doin this? when i catch myself doin this..i wake the fuck up...add another fuckin plate and do the shit over. simple. freaks aren't born..they are made and every day i'm recreating myself from the previous day. whenever i second guess myself thinking that 20...30...50...100 is far off..i just remember all those that second guess me now...and it makes me dig deep and unleash that inner freak to destroy that shit. i take that weight...and make it my bitch...fuck the pain...it will come and i fuckin want it. is it mad? yes. the brutality i commit will force my mutation to the next level...and will do it again tomorrow...so why the fuck are u not doin this? 

i remember seein "old school" brutality in the gym back in the 70s and 80s...back when the only titles that matter was world class powerlifter...mr. olympia...or worlds strongest man.  if u didn't have those..your ass was grinding and if u weren't fuckin grinding and killing yourself your ass was in the way of those who were.  i remember seein lifters bust their asses in the gym...training with superhuman weights and makin them look like their bitches...pushin themselves beyond their limits...beating the weights..plate by plate...rep by rep into utter submission leaving them wantin more...havin these motherfuckers lookin like killers in the gym. havin that killer instinct leads to brutality in the gym...cause what these guys did in the gym..they want to do in competition TO their competition...cause they were hungry for greatness...

"when u take a weight...u own it. when u make a goal...u conquer it...when i lift...you DESTROY!"

think about that. never take a weight u can't fuckin own just by thinking about it. never make a goal ur ass can't commit too. don't ever enter the fuckin gym unless your there to destroy everything in your path. this is the resolve u must fuckin have to be what many can't nor afraid to be....this is brutality. when u walk into the gym...u should be ready to fuckin rip the doors off his hinges just to get at the iron. what the hell do u hunger for? what do u want out of this? if u can't answer those questions...cancel your gym membership...return your supps and be sheep for the rest of your life...or rather the walkin dead. 

i've seen people who just wanna look good for the bars to people who are athletes have this problem of not pushing themselves to a certain point cause of this or that...or that "they don't do it this way" or "they do it this way"..blah...blah...blah...blah...blah...just fuckin excuses or even worse let a defeat make their asses fuckin bitter and pussified cause of the "could of...should of" whining..GIVE ME A FUCKIN BREAK! there isn't a fuckin thing gonna be handed to you and every battle should make u tougher than the last...MAN THE FUCK UP.  i train alone. YES THIS  fuckin blows but i do my fuckin damnest to make every training session tougher than the last. i was handed a piece of humble pie and let it made my intensity and passion for greatness burn hotter than ever. i do whatever it fuckin takes to train to the point where my body quits before i do and that always happens! to a point where i'm walkin out of the gym just on willpower alone. that's how far u have to take shit...why? is it cause someone else is? YES. could they be your competition. YES. would they be a threat to you. FUCK YES! there is no playing it safe. your in all the fuckin way or not. don't spend your time playing hero. there are enough of those. villians aren't scared to commit brutality cause its neccessary. take the shit seriously before u seriously get killed. its that fuckin simple. u grab that fuckin bar and squeeze it like your breakin the neck of your worse enemy and unleash pure brutality. pledge a fuckin bloody warfare and play for keeps...til your last breath.

what would make a person go this far? desperation. they realize the space they are takin up isn't fuckin guaranteed. that everyday u have haters who want to see u fall...posers who claim they are better than you...doubters who are pussified in believing ur not capable of it. shit can make u do one of two things...one...be weak enough to listen to them..or two be crazy enough to know u aint got shit to prove but to you. take their words...and turn them into fire...and commit to pure brutality every session cuz you know u still hear their words. why the fuck do u think some of the strongest...freakiest athletes in the world aren't right in the head? cause they have learned how to transform that negative shit into pure brutality. while u can't fight them with words...you can fight them by pushing yourself and committing to brutality every session. those voices in your head...let them talk. they only make u more of a psycho. forge all that anger...rage...in your your fuckin hands...and turn it into pure brutality every set...every rep...with every plate u load...and every dumbbell u fuckin grab...beat the shit outta weakness...make pain your bitch. 

"If u don't believe in my potential for greatness then u fuckin deserve to see the nightmare I will become". 

its that desperation...one where u make a decision to shit or get off the pot that allows u to not treat every session as "just another session" but the NEXT FUCKIN session in your mutation to greatness. u realize shit isn't a game anymore..its who u fuckin are. fuck what you've won. fuck what records you've broken.  fuck what titles you've been given. fuck what status u have. FUCK THE PAST cause all that shit don't mean a fuckin thing unless you've achieved that greatness that everyone is scared to get but your crazy enough to go to war for it cause its yours. u realize the amount of pain u must endure...the sacrifices u must make...and amount of blood your gonna spill...and u fuckin accept it. your willing to beat your body into submission to force mutation. why? cause you must. your willing to unless pure brutality on any weight you touch cause if u don't...you don't grow. your willing to go to great lengths of brutality that your ass isn't leaving anything in the gym. these things u accept in moments of desperation. greatness only comes once and it doesn't wait for no one. shit or get off the pot. know that in the gym...your back do zero. the past is the past...now you must mutate. know that in the gym...your ego isn't your fuckin training partner...brutality is. brutality will make u move mountains of steel with rage and anger like it ain't shit...brutality will bring pain to your enemies...brutality will allow you to beat goals...records...weights...in to utter fuckin submission...crushin the dreams of those that hinder you.  its your one weapon that makes u a machination of destruction and chaos that u leave behind in the gym in the wake of every session...making u into someone great...or someones worst nightmare...or both...

"Decide at the start that you are a fucking MACHINE of total destruction and your path of damage cannot be altered for any reason. Remember that you are a weapon that is ever changing in physical form, but your nature remains constant." - MACHINE

when u attack your goal...attack with pure brutality. when u attack the iron...u attack with pure brutality. when u attack your competition...you attack wtih pure brutality. leave no body left alive. leave no skull left unsmashed. make'em bleed...why? cause u fuckin can. let it be known they the bar will break before u will. let it be known that your competition will bleed dry before u will. why the fuck is your ass slumped over like ur tired. WAKE THE FUCK UP...take hold of that shit and MURDER IT! how bad do u fuckin want greatness? fuckin get after this shit...attack everything with pure brutality...make every plate quake...make every machine creak....make every dumbbell clang...make the iron fuckin cry for mercy..let it know it ain't shit and your gonna fuckin kill it. your at war and your not at war to be fuckin killed. your programmed for brutality.  there is no estimation on the body count...kill all. let all the negativity feed into like fuel for your brutality. let it make u dig deep and add that fuckin plate when u don't have it in u for more. let it make u roar as if the pain u just endured didn't feel like shit and u want more... let it make u do those extra 10 reps cause the last 10 wasn't shit.  let it make pain your bitch. don't be scared of the shit. fuckin want more of it. walkway from every set...every rep...every session hungrier than the last cause its never enough...u will roar blood hell before your denied anything yours...make it known...YOU WILL NOT BE DENIED! hood up...head down...unleash brutality...now lets do this shit again...

its the last set...you've had an off day. shit hasn't felt easy...your about out of gas...your pre workout is gone BUT to hell with that shit.... so you glance at the bar. its not forgiving. u say FUCK U.. you glance at it again...you know its fuckin with u but u say I OWN U MOTHERFUCKER...WATCH ME. your dripping every drop of water u put in. u grasp the bar. squeezing it as if its gonna break in your hands..cause u remember why the fuck ur here...those voices in your head...your strength hasn't left you...your about to murder this shit..and take the weight without hesitation...one...two...three...four....now the pain returns more vicious than before but you roar in defiance....five....six....seven....eight...FUCK YOU...nine...here comes the push...ten...eleven...I'M KILLIN U MOTHERFUCKER...twleve...thirteen....fourteen...fifteen...u pause mid rep...YOU AINT...SHIT! and muscle up that motherfucker with the conviction of a freak...u get up...your cramping...but u shake it off...and ask...

WHAT'S NEXT?!

TB