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Getbig Main Boards => Gossip & Opinions => Topic started by: Tunza Muscle on December 21, 2016, 08:37:53 PM
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I love driving out to some town and walking into the biggest gym. Based on my size I'm always waived right in with no fees or memberships. The owners like guys like me coming in for a workout because they know the presence of a mass monster is great advertising. So I usually scope the place out for bitches first, and then I find the biggest dude there, he's usually hovering around the bench press. I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I approach the bench. The tension builds as 2 alphas get set to claim dominance. I pull my sweatshirt off and it's lights out! The back, the pecs, the 21" arms (cold), the canonball deltoids, forget about it. Then I hop on the bench and start with the empty bar. Then 2 plates. Then 4 plates. When I'm up to six plates I can see the local hero start sweating, hoping I will max out on this. But no. I pump out 20 reps effortlessly and throw on 2 more. 15 reps with 8 plates and I'm just getting started. My chest and arms are getting pumped beyond belief as this process of adding 45s and pumping the bar unfolds. I continue well into the 500 plus range, with a smirk on my face knowing that the local bigshot is all done.
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Isn't that nice.
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" I continue well into the 500 plus range, with a smirk on my face knowing that the local bigshot is all done."
Neither addition nor truth are your strong suits.
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i dont comment on how bad gimmicks are but tunza muscle has to rank as one of the worst ever on this site
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Hey tonsofshit.......why don't you go somewhere and die already. Your threads suck shit.
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I love driving out to some town and walking into the biggest gym. Based on my size I'm always waived right in with no fees or memberships. The owners like guys like me coming in for a workout because they know the presence of a mass monster is great advertising. So I usually scope the place out for bitches first, and then I find the biggest dude there, he's usually hovering around the bench press. I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I approach the bench. The tension builds as 2 alphas get set to claim dominance. I pull my sweatshirt off and it's lights out! The back, the pecs, the 21" arms (cold), the canonball deltoids, forget about it. Then I hop on the bench and start with the empty bar. Then 2 plates. Then 4 plates. When I'm up to six plates I can see the local hero start sweating, hoping I will max out on this. But no. I pump out 20 reps effortlessly and throw on 2 more. 15 reps with 8 plates and I'm just getting started. My chest and arms are getting pumped beyond belief as this process of adding 45s and pumping the bar unfolds. I continue well into the 500 plus range, with a smirk on my face knowing that the local bigshot is all done.
It's SO much better when you give it the air of believability.
1. Keep the poundages high but realistic. Blasting out 4 plates (with a little effort) would sound dramatic but somehow obtainable.
2. Add some details. Was it the day after Labor Day? Did you just swing by In and Out? Little details add believability.
3. Add a little dialogue, even an aside like "nice work, champ" will liven up your narrative.
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If you replaced gyms with gloryholes and humiliate with suck in the title it would be believable.
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I need a gimmick.
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I love driving out to some town and walking into the biggest gym. Based on my size I'm always waived right in with no fees or memberships. The owners like guys like me coming in for a workout because they know the presence of a mass monster is great advertising. So I usually scope the place out for bitches first, and then I find the biggest dude there, he's usually hovering around the bench press. I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I approach the bench. The tension builds as 2 alphas get set to claim dominance. I pull my sweatshirt off and it's lights out! The back, the pecs, the 21" arms (cold), the canonball deltoids, forget about it. Then I hop on the bench and start with the empty bar. Then 2 plates. Then 4 plates. When I'm up to six plates I can see the local hero start sweating, hoping I will max out on this. But no. I pump out 20 reps effortlessly and throw on 2 more. 15 reps with 8 plates and I'm just getting started. My chest and arms are getting pumped beyond belief as this process of adding 45s and pumping the bar unfolds. I continue well into the 500 plus range, with a smirk on my face knowing that the local bigshot is all done.
;D ;D ;D
Love these posts.
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I LOVE GOING TO STRANGE GYMS AND SUCKING THE BIGGEST COCKS I CAN GET MY LIPS AROUND
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when tunza is done i come over and say "you done warming up son?"
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Haha this fucker writes the fairy tails we all had in our heads of what thought/believed we would eventually be/do when starting out training at 14 or so before reality hits
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I love driving out to some town and walking into the biggest gym. Based on my size I'm always waived right in with no fees or memberships. The owners like guys like me coming in for a workout because they know the presence of a mass monster is great advertising. So I usually scope the place out for bitches first, and then I find the biggest dude there, he's usually hovering around the bench press. I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I approach the bench. The tension builds as 2 alphas get set to claim dominance. I pull my sweatshirt off and it's lights out! The back, the pecs, the 21" arms (cold), the canonball deltoids, forget about it. Then I hop on the bench and start with the empty bar. Then 2 plates. Then 4 plates. When I'm up to six plates I can see the local hero start sweating, hoping I will max out on this. But no. I pump out 20 reps effortlessly and throw on 2 more. 15 reps with 8 plates and I'm just getting started. My chest and arms are getting pumped beyond belief as this process of adding 45s and pumping the bar unfolds. I continue well into the 500 plus range, with a smirk on my face knowing that the local bigshot is all done.
This was the exact post I made a year ago on Professional Muscle. Son, I walk this walk and call BS on your statement ( repost.)
J
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Getbig has devolved to the point that multiple picless gimmicks are claiming copyright ownership on bullshit fantasy stories.
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I love driving out to some town and walking into the biggest gym. Based on my size I'm always waived right in with no fees or memberships. The owners like guys like me coming in for a workout because they know the presence of a mass monster is great advertising. So I usually scope the place out for bitches first, and then I find the biggest dude there, he's usually hovering around the bench press. I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I approach the bench. The tension builds as 2 alphas get set to claim dominance. I pull my sweatshirt off and it's lights out! The back, the pecs, the 21" arms (cold), the canonball deltoids, forget about it. Then I hop on the bench and start with the empty bar. Then 2 plates. Then 4 plates. When I'm up to six plates I can see the local hero start sweating, hoping I will max out on this. But no. I pump out 20 reps effortlessly and throw on 2 more. 15 reps with 8 plates and I'm just getting started. My chest and arms are getting pumped beyond belief as this process of adding 45s and pumping the bar unfolds. I continue well into the 500 plus range, with a smirk on my face knowing that the local bigshot is all done.
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Gimmick isn't even trying anymore
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Based on my size I'm always waived right in with no fees or memberships. The owners like guys like me coming in for a workout because they know the presence of a mass monster is great advertising.
That's exactly why every gym has commercials on radio, tv and online glorifying mass monsters and welcoming them to their gyms.
WoooSHHHHHHHHH
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Would like to do an old school "Oh brother,gayer then" post but this gimmick isn't worth it.
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Translation= 'I love going to strange gyms and picking up on the largest dudes there.'
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12 plates pretty impressive ::) ::) ::) ::) ::) ::) ::) ::) ::) :o :o :o :o :o 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;)
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your day job is writing 3rd rate muscle porn
Under the pen name of " Tunza Cum "
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Haha this fucker writes the fairy tails we all had in our heads of what thought/believed we would eventually be/do when starting out training at 14 or so before reality hits
Hahahahaha. Exactly.
It's how we envisioned the future once we put on a little muscle and became stronger than average.
Love his posts.
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Love his posts.
x2. Very "Victorian Guy"
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I love driving out to some town and walking into the biggest gym. Based on my size I'm always waived right in with no fees or memberships. The owners like guys like me coming in for a workout because they know the presence of a mass monster is great advertising. So I usually scope the place out for bitches first, and then I find the biggest dude there, he's usually hovering around the bench press. I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I approach the bench. The tension builds as 2 alphas get set to claim dominance. I pull my sweatshirt off and it's lights out! The back, the pecs, the 21" arms (cold), the canonball deltoids, forget about it. Then I hop on the bench and start with the empty bar. Then 2 plates. Then 4 plates. When I'm up to six plates I can see the local hero start sweating, hoping I will max out on this. But no. I pump out 20 reps effortlessly and throw on 2 more. 15 reps with 8 plates and I'm just getting started. My chest and arms are getting pumped beyond belief as this process of adding 45s and pumping the bar unfolds. I continue well into the 500 plus range, with a smirk on my face knowing that the local bigshot is all done.
Hi SUCKMYMUSCLE :)
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;D ;D ;D
Love these posts.
You let us know every time, tunza.
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If you replaced gyms with gloryholes and humiliate with suck in the title it would be believable.
I actually laughed out loud .
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I love driving out to some town and walking into the biggest gym. Based on my size I'm always waived right in with no fees or memberships. The owners like guys like me coming in for a workout because they know the presence of a mass monster is great advertising. So I usually scope the place out for bitches first, and then I find the biggest dude there, he's usually hovering around the bench press. I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I approach the bench. The tension builds as 2 alphas get set to claim dominance. I pull my sweatshirt off and it's lights out! The back, the pecs, the 21" arms (cold), the canonball deltoids, forget about it. Then I hop on the bench and start with the empty bar. Then 2 plates. Then 4 plates. When I'm up to six plates I can see the local hero start sweating, hoping I will max out on this. But no. I pump out 20 reps effortlessly and throw on 2 more. 15 reps with 8 plates and I'm just getting started. My chest and arms are getting pumped beyond belief as this process of adding 45s and pumping the bar unfolds. I continue well into the 500 plus range, with a smirk on my face knowing that the local bigshot is all done.
Not unexpected from someone, like you, who lives in a fantasy world.
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I love driving out to some town and walking into the biggest gym. Based on my size I'm always waived right in with no fees or memberships. The owners like guys like me coming in for a workout because they know the presence of a mass monster is great advertising. So I usually scope the place out for bitches first, and then I find the biggest dude there, he's usually hovering around the bench press. I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I approach the bench. The tension builds as 2 alphas get set to claim dominance. I pull my sweatshirt off and it's lights out! The back, the pecs, the 21" arms (cold), the canonball deltoids, forget about it. Then I hop on the bench and start with the empty bar. Then 2 plates. Then 4 plates. When I'm up to six plates I can see the local hero start sweating, hoping I will max out on this. But no. I pump out 20 reps effortlessly and throw on 2 more. 15 reps with 8 plates and I'm just getting started. My chest and arms are getting pumped beyond belief as this process of adding 45s and pumping the bar unfolds. I continue well into the 500 plus range, with a smirk on my face knowing that the local bigshot is all done.
Didn't read after the second sentence.
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I love driving out to some town and walking into the biggest gym. Based on my size I'm always waived right in with no fees or memberships. The owners like guys like me coming in for a workout because they know the presence of a mass monster is great advertising. So I usually scope the place out for bitches first, and then I find the biggest dude there, he's usually hovering around the bench press. I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I approach the bench. The sexual tension builds as 2 alphas get set to claim dominance. I pull my sweatshirt off and start to suck!
Didn't read after the third sentence.
Didn't read after the fourth.
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I love driving out to some town and walking into the biggest gym. Based on my size I'm always waived right in with no fees or memberships. The owners like guys like me coming in for a workout because they know the presence of a mass monster is great advertising. So I usually scope the place out for bitches first, and then I find the biggest dude there, he's usually hovering around the bench press. I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I approach the bench. The tension builds as 2 alphas get set to claim dominance. I pull my sweatshirt off and it's lights out! The back, the pecs, the 21" arms (cold), the canonball deltoids, forget about it. Then I hop on the bench and start with the empty bar. Then 2 plates. Then 4 plates. When I'm up to six plates I can see the local hero start sweating, hoping I will max out on this. But no. I pump out 20 reps effortlessly and throw on 2 more. 15 reps with 8 plates and I'm just getting started. My chest and arms are getting pumped beyond belief as this process of adding 45s and pumping the bar unfolds. I continue well into the 500 plus range, with a smirk on my face knowing that the local bigshot is all done.
These would be a lot more entertaining, if you made into poems and made them rhyme.
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I love driving out to some town and walking into the biggest gym. Based on my size I'm always waived right in with no fees or memberships. The owners like guys like me coming in for a workout because they know the presence of a mass monster is great advertising. So I usually scope the place out for bitches first, and then I find the biggest dude there, he's usually hovering around the bench press. I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I approach the bench. The tension builds as 2 alphas get set to claim dominance. I pull my sweatshirt off and it's lights out! The back, the pecs, the 21" arms (cold), the canonball deltoids, forget about it. Then I hop on the bench and start with the empty bar. Then 2 plates. Then 4 plates. When I'm up to six plates I can see the local hero start sweating, hoping I will max out on this. But no. I pump out 20 reps effortlessly and throw on 2 more. 15 reps with 8 plates and I'm just getting started. My chest and arms are getting pumped beyond belief as this process of adding 45s and pumping the bar unfolds. I continue well into the 500 plus range, with a smirk on my face knowing that the local bigshot is all done.
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