As the old bodybuilding saying goes, an asshole list isn’t complete without Rich Gaspari
The first show I ever attended was the 1985 IFBB Night of Champions that Albert Beckles won. Went to nearly every show you could think of for near 20 years and then stopped after Yates reign. Anyway....biggest...rude st assholes that I ever met....and considering I was a young aspiring bodybuilder who was competing as a teen when I met these assholes. But here are my 3.
BIGGEST ASSHOLES
Sergio Oliva
Lee Haney (shock to many...I am certain)
Franco Columbo
The 3 nicest guys I ever met....
Reg Park
Vince Taylor
John Hnatyschak
I have a soft spot in my heart for Gaspari. I was a teen competitor and entered the First Rich Gaspari Classic show in New Jersey. Not sure if Rich still holds it. But...the night before the show....Gaspari calls my house...my father pics up phone...and tells me that Rich Gaspari is on the phone. I pick up in disbelief. And Gaspari wishes me luck for the following days show and goes on to say that he is calling all the teen competitors and wishing them the same. Class act thatday for Rich. Cant hate the guy. It meant a lot to me those days.
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You owe Lou $20.
Che is not a blonde woman.:D
I trained in the same gym with John Hnatyschak back in the day. He was a cop in an urban area then left the profession to be a pro bodybuilder. He came to his senses and left bodybuilding and I heard he went back to being a cop but this time in sleepy affluent town. I remember thinking that the weights he used were very moderate.
Is no one going to mention Chris Dickerson? Or Bob Paris?Ha, ha, ha.
Those holes have to be gigantic!
Is no one going to mention Chris Dickerson? Or Bob Paris?(https://live.staticflickr.com/90/246335989_2a681c3aeb_z.jpg)
Those holes have to be gigantic!
(https://live.staticflickr.com/90/246335989_2a681c3aeb_z.jpg)Didn't someone say he shoved a baseball bat up his ass on film?
Nicest guys I`ve met:Tell us more about Sandy.
Bill Grant
Vince Taylor
Dave Palumbo
Bob Chic
George Farrah
Danny Padilla
Mike Katz
Jeff Poulin
JeffKing
Ed Jubinville
Chris Aceto
Leon Brown
Guenther Schlierkamp
King Kamali (believe it or not)
Ed Jubinville
Shawn Ray (believe it or not)
Dave Marinelli
Franco Santoriello
Dwayne Broadway
The list goes on and on.
Biggest assholes:
Lou Ferrigno
Kevin Levrone
Paul Dillet
Sandy Ranalli (complete bitch)
That`s all I got.
Met a helluva lot of great people in the sport.........far more good than bad.
Tell us more about Sandy.HA HA .........this is a good one.
If anyone cares,I got a story about Lou before he became well known.
It`s a kind of known story but I was there to see it firsthand.
Yay or nay ?
Yay!!!11111Give me a little time right now I`m on YouTube watching boxing.
Flex Wheeler (hit on everyone’s girl at Golds Venice including mine which led to an altercation at The Firehouse) Nicest guys = Mike Matarazzo /Paul Demayo/ Chris Cormier/ Jim Quinn...Mike Mazz was a real nice guy huh Mike.
Mike Mazz was a real nice guy huh Mike.yes just a great friendly guy! (Talk to ya for An hour without even thinking about it!/ .. tell him you liked a T-Micheal” shirt he was wearing .. the next weekend he Would have one for you!.. who does that?!?!) I worked with his wife at a bar in Salem Massachusetts.. he would come in in a tank top and literally be swarmed by customers/people.. have never seen anything like it since!
Met him only once.............acted like he knew me for years when I told him I was from Mass.
yes just a great friendly guy! (Talk to ya for An hour without even thinking about it!/ .. tell him you liked a T-Micheal” shirt he was wearing .. the next weekend he Would have one for you!.. who does that?!?!) I worked with his wife at a bar in Salem Massachusetts.. he would come in in a tank top and literally be swarmed by customers/people.. have never seen anything like it since!Definitely a great guy.
* on a side note ... i worked the door at a club called “ The Palace” .. Paul Demayo was in every weekend... huge huge Line I let him “ cut “ every time he came in, so he says to me “ I have something for you” ...I’m thinking it’s Trenbolone!! It was a Giant trash bag filled with Met-Rx packets (he was sponsored by them at the time. Noticing my disappointed look he asked what did you think it was?? ... I mumbled somethingHAHAHAHA
The first show I ever attended was the 1985 IFBB Night of Champions that Albert Beckles won. Went to nearly every show you could think of for near 20 years and then stopped after Yates reign. Anyway....biggest...rude st assholes that I ever met....and considering I was a young aspiring bodybuilder who was competing as a teen when I met these assholes. But here are my 3.
BIGGEST ASSHOLES
Sergio Oliva
Lee Haney (shock to many...I am certain)
Franco Columbo
The 3 nicest guys I ever met....
Reg Park
Vince Taylor
John Hnatyschak
Nicest guys I`ve met:
Bill Grant
Vince Taylor
Dave Palumbo
Bob Chic
George Farrah
Danny Padilla
Mike Katz
Jeff Poulin
JeffKing
Ed Jubinville
Chris Aceto
Leon Brown
Guenther Schlierkamp
King Kamali (believe it or not)
Ed Jubinville
Shawn Ray (believe it or not)
Dave Marinelli
Franco Santoriello
Dwayne Broadway
The list goes on and on.
Biggest assholes:
Lou Ferrigno
Kevin Levrone
Paul Dillet
Sandy Ranalli (complete bitch)
That`s all I got.
Met a helluva lot of great people in the sport.........far more good than bad.
YOU FUCKER! LOL :D
How was Eugen Sandow?
;D
Ever meet CF Joe.
Dude looked great.
Used to train at the same time when I was at Pearls when I was a kid. He was a moody fucker. Can’t remember the year but he didn’t like his placing at a show so he turned his ass to judges and crowd and mooned everyone....lol
But the dude had a phenomenal physique
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Used to train at the same time when I was at Pearls when I was a kid. He was a moody fucker. Can’t remember the year but he didn’t like his placing at a show so he turned his ass to judges and crowd and mooned everyone....lolHE looked awesome Joe and he ate a lot of McDonalds according to the mags but who knows ?
But the dude had a phenomenal physique
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Mike Mazz was a real nice guy huh Mike.Can you elaborate? Flex is a pretty tough dude.
Met him only once.............acted like he knew me for years when I told him I was from Mass.
Can you elaborate? Flex is a pretty tough dude.Sorry,I do not understand yourquestion.
Give me a little time right now I`m on YouTube watching boxing.
If anyone cares,I got a story about Lou before he became well known.cool story’s Wes what happened with Lou did he he get pissed off someone hid his hearing aids in the shower room back in the 1970s and got mad turning towards you pulling his best most muscular :P
It`s a kind of known story but I was there to see it firsthand.
Yay or nay ?
The only asshole I have met is Lou. A huge disappointment and especially when nobody has anything good to say about him.Yup,a complete tool to people and acts like he`s better than everyone else.
Biggest assholes:
Lou Ferrigno
Kevin Levrone
Paul Dillet
Sandy Ranalli (complete bitch)
That`s all I got.
Met a helluva lot of great people in the sport.........far more good than bad.
Calling BS on Haney.
Why Levrone and Dillet?I was doing a contest in Rochester N.Y. and Levrone was the guest poser................... .he din`t do anything to me pesonslally,but backstage he was loud,obnoxious,brash,and just seemed like a totalasshole.
I was doing a contest in Rochester N.Y. and Levrone was the guest poser................... .he din`t do anything to me pesonslally,but backstage he was loud,obnoxious,brash,and just seemed like a totalasshole.
Just my impression of him as I avoided him intentionally.
Dilllet same way,Ft. Lauderdale Fla. fucking huge guy but acted like his shit didn`t stink................... ..kind of arrogant to say the least. Vince Taylor was there also and was cooller than the other side of my pillow...............,pesonable and outgoing yet humble and justs eemed like an ordinary guy but with freaky build ofcourse.
Just my impressions and observations.
Now I could tell you real good things about the guys that I listed about being really good dudes in my other above post..
There is a very interesting poster on here who is also a Wiggs knockoff. His name is Woogs.
Woogs has stated that Kev is an interesting character, and urinated into empty gallon jugs of water on a limousine ride from Maryland to Ohio. He stated that Kev could also be seen in the office of the gym he owned sitting in the dark eating tuna from a giant bowl - possibly a salad bowl. He said that Kev was so peeled leading up to a contest that his skin was like rubber.
I can't quite say that Kev is in Ronnie's league, genetically, but I think his physique is more aesthetically pleasing, and Kev probably even surpasses Jeff King as far as muscle fiber density is concerned. As Jeff said - unless you believe in theories like hyperplasia [I don't], muscle fiber density is genetic, and Kev had mounds and mounds of it.
Genetic freak to be sure. Interesting character. He always struck me as friendly in his videos, although I never met him in person. It was funny that when I saw him in 2013 at one of the Europas, he was about 185-lb when I was 178-lb. He is an inch taller than me, and in street clothes, you wouldn't thought we were all that different, size-wise [without a shirt on would be another story].
Kev just has freaky genetics in that he can be 185-205-225-245-265-lb, and look amazing for any of those weights. He can be a massive "normal" looking jacked guy at 5'9.5" and 205-lb, or be 265-lb and only slightly off his contest shape. Unlike Ronnie, who still has large hands and whose frame looks a bit "empty" when he has down in weight, Kev seems to look like he can select any weight from 185-lb to 265-lb, and look like he was meant to be that size. He doesn't appear to have the side effects of GH when he goes down in weight, and Woogs also claimed he is quite healthy for his age [I believe he was born in July of 1965, and just turned 54. He may be 55, but it's between 53-55.
I also think he looks younger than his biological age, which also impresses me given his history of PED use and alcoholism [something he admitted to in an issue of MD, and possibly elsewhere].
I can't speak for his attitude or demeanor, but he will always impress me as a genetic freak. I don't really have high expectations for freaks of that caliber. Kev is other-worldly in terms of his genetics.
Levrone is indeed a very odd dude, I don’t think he’s an asshole by any means but def odd, like missing a few screws. Could be drunk half of the time too
I`ll tell the Lou story tomorrow for you guys.
This was before he was known ansywhere ou of NYC was just a teen or possibly 20-21 yeasr old.
Yes,he was even a jerk at that age! :D
There is a very interesting poster on here who is also a Wiggs knockoff. His name is Woogs.
Woogs has stated that Kev is an interesting character, and urinated into empty gallon jugs of water on a limousine ride from Maryland to Ohio. He stated that Kev could also be seen in the office of the gym he owned sitting in the dark eating tuna from a giant bowl - possibly a salad bowl. He said that Kev was so peeled leading up to a contest that his skin was like rubber.
I can't quite say that Kev is in Ronnie's league, genetically, but I think his physique is more aesthetically pleasing, and Kev probably even surpasses Jeff King as far as muscle fiber density is concerned. As Jeff said - unless you believe in theories like hyperplasia [I don't], muscle fiber density is genetic, and Kev had mounds and mounds of it.
Genetic freak to be sure. Interesting character. He always struck me as friendly in his videos, although I never met him in person. It was funny that when I saw him in 2013 at one of the Europas, he was about 185-lb when I was 178-lb. He is an inch taller than me, and in street clothes, you wouldn't thought we were all that different, size-wise [without a shirt on would be another story].
Kev just has freaky genetics in that he can be 185-205-225-245-265-lb, and look amazing for any of those weights. He can be a massive "normal" looking jacked guy at 5'9.5" and 205-lb, or be 265-lb and only slightly off his contest shape. Unlike Ronnie, who still has large hands and whose frame looks a bit "empty" when he has down in weight, Kev seems to look like he can select any weight from 185-lb to 265-lb, and look like he was meant to be that size. He doesn't appear to have the side effects of GH when he goes down in weight, and Woogs also claimed he is quite healthy for his age [I believe he was born in July of 1965, and just turned 54. He may be 55, but it's between 53-55.
I also think he looks younger than his biological age, which also impresses me given his history of PED use and alcoholism [something he admitted to in an issue of MD, and possibly elsewhere].
I can't speak for his attitude or demeanor, but he will always impress me as a genetic freak. I don't really have high expectations for freaks of that caliber. Kev is other-worldly in terms of his genetics.
Met almost every known name in the scene.
By far, Loutard is the biggest asshole to ever don the thong.
On the phone ... In person ... whatever.
Total asshole.
Ok, its unanimous hes an A hole. Aside from the 20 bucks for an autograph what is it about his personality that's so off putting. I've never spoken to him in person. Only seen him in pumping iron and incredible hulk. I heard that he sued his brother but what makes him such a D bag?
A bit of background info on Ed who was a true pioneer of the sport and should not be forgotten. Ed was known for being a master of muscle control...............a lost art thee days.
This meant he could mentaly will any or a combo of muscles to move retract or just jiggle at will...............reall y weird shit to see in person..
An example would be that Ed would stick out his "gut" so that it looked like a huge GH gu tof today,hen immediately hit a vacuum pose and his waist would look like it went from 44 to 26 inches almost instantly.
Is no one going to mention Chris Dickerson? Or Bob Paris?
Those holes have to be gigantic!
Didn't someone say he shoved a baseball bat up his ass on film?
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Me and my buddy Harrishoppedon a Greyhound and were on our way to the contest...........it was mobbed when we got there.
Tons of huge and guys that thought they were huge all flexing and smelling of Ben Gay and shit !
We saw one animal sitting around before the show and we found out his name was Warren Frederick............... .....a true fucking beast.
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Once we saw him,and trust me he was fucking huge in person we knew this show was gonna be a good one.
All of a sudden we heard tons of people laughing,screaming,clapping,and just acting insane.................. ..we looked over the veritable sea of people in back of us and saw a huge guy in sunglasses just towering over the mass of people who were following him..............we found out this was the then little known Lou Ferrigno.
Kids and people asked him questions and he compleely ignred them walking blankly through people like he was a striding Steve Reeves in a Herculues flick.
Compleely oblivious to anyone who approached him and he didn`t give a shit.
When he spotted Warren Fredericks who he knew from NYC hel ooked worried,then we heard that Leon Brown was entering the contest.
Leon weighed about a buck 80 but looked insane,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he even beat out Franco for the Most Muscular trophy once which would not have been an easy task for anyone.
After seeing Leon,Lou went up on stage and stepped on the small raised plaform/podium type of thing they posed on back then.
He ccted like he was so huge that the podium might collapse under his immense weight so he announced to Ed that he wasn`t gonna compete and wasn`feeling well.
He wasn`t feeling well because he knew he would get smoked on that stage.
Leon Brown won the overall contest and took home all of the bodyparts trophys as well as the Most Muscular trophy.
Leon Brown became my inspiration that day and fate allowed me to compete with him at he Masters Nats some 30 or so years later.
We shot the shit for over an hour or so...........a true bb legend....while Lou was an insolent clod to everyone there.
No $20 pics back then with that attitude for sure.
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1970 Mr East Coast - AAU
Overall Winner Mike Katz
Tall
1 Mike Katz
2 Ray Delaney
3 K Klez
4 Douglas Lowinger
5 Jerry Valente
Medium
1 Warren Frederick
2 Gordon Babb
3 Paul Thomas (1)
4 Ernie Miles
5 Chris Gordon
Short
1 Leon Brown
2 George Reo
3 Johnny Ianno
4 William Fuentes
5 Elvin Martinez
MY bad,Katz won heOverall show.
I'm not as old as you long teef wheezers, so here is my list.
Nicest : Vince Taylor, Paul Baker, Lee Haney (he had been retired a long time at this point).
Smelliest : Bill Wilmore or whatever his last name was. Man that dude would use a piece of equipment, the next person had to wipe it down with disinfectant (he never did) and you could still smell his sour stank on it 20 minutes later. Worked out in Hollywood FL and constantly tried to "hook you up".
Rudest : Jeff "Box" Long. Mike Quinn.
Dumbest : Rashid Shabazz. Stan McCrary. Both of those were dumber than a box of hair.
Funniest : Paul Baker. You would laugh so hard it was basically cardio.
Weirdest : Chris Duffy. Forget the gay shit. This dude was flat out in deep space nine in the head. I moved to Ft Lauderdale at age 22 when I got my grad degree and he was here working as a bartender at a couple of gay bars. Employment never lasted long. He was just being "Chris Duffy" and marched to his own beat. I would run into him late night at Peter Pan diner and he would always stop and chat. Dude was racist without being racist if that makes sense. Told me a lot of stories about his IFBB Pro days. Like Joe Weider taking him to the gym and never taking his hand off his bicep for about three hours. Chris had this diet belief that one should eat according to their blood type. He never used HGH until his comeback attempt at the Masters (I believe) and then he fucked up with it by taking it after every meal, so basically he never saw any benefit. He tried working as an escort but would get so fucked up that he would leave the other guy's place and forget to take his money. ETc...
Levrone is indeed a very odd dude, I don’t think he’s an asshole by any means but def odd, like missing a few screws. Could be drunk half of the time too
Ronnie was a funny fucker, he was all godly and preached god this and that but he loved going to strip clubs, was at strip clubs a lot during the early 2000’s and would joke about going to church the next day haha
I might add some anecdotes from some of the other guys that I listed as cool guys soon.
My list:
Arnold - Self centered dink.
Paul Graham - Don't know anything about his personality.
Frank Zane - Aloof, bizarre.
Bob Hoffman - Odd / crazy bully
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My list: Arnold, Paul Graham, Frank Zane, Bob Hoffman.Even Bob Hoffman's wife hated him. Refused to even have him buried after he died. :D
I'm not as old as you long teef wheezers, so here is my list.
Nicest : Vince Taylor, Paul Baker, Lee Haney (he had been retired a long time at this point).
Smelliest : Bill Wilmore or whatever his last name was. Man that dude would use a piece of equipment, the next person had to wipe it down with disinfectant (he never did) and you could still smell his sour stank on it 20 minutes later. Worked out in Hollywood FL and constantly tried to "hook you up".
Rudest : Jeff "Box" Long. Mike Quinn.
Dumbest : Rashid Shabazz. Stan McCrary. Both of those were dumber than a box of hair.
Funniest : Paul Baker. You would laugh so hard it was basically cardio.
Weirdest : Chris Duffy. Forget the gay shit. This dude was flat out in deep space nine in the head. I moved to Ft Lauderdale at age 22 when I got my grad degree and he was here working as a bartender at a couple of gay bars. Employment never lasted long. He was just being "Chris Duffy" and marched to his own beat. I would run into him late night at Peter Pan diner and he would always stop and chat. Dude was racist without being racist if that makes sense. Told me a lot of stories about his IFBB Pro days. Like Joe Weider taking him to the gym and never taking his hand off his bicep for about three hours. Chris had this diet belief that one should eat according to their blood type. He never used HGH until his comeback attempt at the Masters (I believe) and then he fucked up with it by taking it after every meal, so basically he never saw any benefit. He tried working as an escort but would get so fucked up that he would leave the other guy's place and forget to take his money. ETc...
I bought some posing trunks at a shop in Boca Raton Fla. and the shopowner was totally petrified of Chris Duffy...............said he was always high on Valium to come down off of cocaince and was a generally nuttynutcase.
I read that Chris Duffy covers an array of random irrelevant topics in one conversation. He must be hard to follow.
I imagine that dildo did some damage to the base of his brain...
I'm not as old as you long teef wheezers, so here is my list.
Nicest : Vince Taylor, Paul Baker, Lee Haney (he had been retired a long time at this point).
Smelliest : Bill Wilmore or whatever his last name was. Man that dude would use a piece of equipment, the next person had to wipe it down with disinfectant (he never did) and you could still smell his sour stank on it 20 minutes later. Worked out in Hollywood FL and constantly tried to "hook you up".
Rudest : Jeff "Box" Long. Mike Quinn.
Dumbest : Rashid Shabazz. Stan McCrary. Both of those were dumber than a box of hair.
Funniest : Paul Baker. You would laugh so hard it was basically cardio.
Weirdest : Chris Duffy. Forget the gay shit. This dude was flat out in deep space nine in the head. I moved to Ft Lauderdale at age 22 when I got my grad degree and he was here working as a bartender at a couple of gay bars. Employment never lasted long. He was just being "Chris Duffy" and marched to his own beat. I would run into him late night at Peter Pan diner and he would always stop and chat. Dude was racist without being racist if that makes sense. Told me a lot of stories about his IFBB Pro days. Like Joe Weider taking him to the gym and never taking his hand off his bicep for about three hours. Chris had this diet belief that one should eat according to their blood type. He never used HGH until his comeback attempt at the Masters (I believe) and then he fucked up with it by taking it after every meal, so basically he never saw any benefit. He tried working as an escort but would get so fucked up that he would leave the other guy's place and forget to take his money. ETc...
I bought some posing trunks at a shop in Boca Raton Fla. and the shopowner was totally petrified of Chris Duffy...............said he was always high on Valium to come down off of cocaince and was a generally nuttynutcase.
Jeff “transplanted kidney” long
I read that Chris Duffy covers an array of random irrelevant topics in one conversation. He must be hard to follow.
Did you ever train at the World Gym off of Federal? I was in high school at the time when Paul Baker was in there. He’d always be by the front farting and eating Burger King but seemed like a friendly guy.
Please do Tim. Your stories are fun to readThanks broher,I hope you`ve been doing well.
When I have more time, I will post a few stories about that fucking no good toe rag Kenny Jones. That dude tried a million different hustling schemes and failed at everyone of them.That dude seemed totally weird,never met him and iit`s probably a good thing I didn`t.
Thanks broher,I hope you`ve been doing well.
Longtime since I remember seeing you on here.
Stories to come later today.
Peace
I'm fine Tim, thanks a lot for asking. I'm sure you're doing great... "you can't flex fat" ;DI`m hanging in there bud and yes,you still can`t flex fat.......my old motto ! ;D
Please post a story about big Mike. Always liked him seems to me like a very kind and down-to-earth guy.... Oh he was Italian of courseComing right up !! :)
OK here`s a quick one.....I got a million of`em !! LOL ;D
I`m doing the Rochester BB Contest and Bob Chic is Mcing the show as always.................. ........I entered a shitload of classes plus the bench press with bodyweight for reps contest..
Strangest thing that happened to me though was that George Farrah walks up to me back stage and wishes me a happy birthday and says,I hope 'I look as good as you do when I`m your age.
I have no clue how he knew it was my birthday but it was prettty damn cool of him to do that.
More coming !!
He’s an undercover getbigger and saw it here I bet.YOU NEVER KNOW WHO LURKS HERE ! LOL ;D
Please post a story about big Mike. Always liked him seems to me like a very kind and down-to-earth guy.... Oh he was Italian of course
That is not true. Chris said many times (and his friends did too) that he never did coke (or heroin). He was strictly a severe pot and mushroom head. He actually owned a huge mushroom farm at one point of time with some other guys. He never really went into details about it, just talked about the various types and shit, but I heard another person say once that one of the guys that owned it with him was murdered and the case never solved. I do not know how true that story is. But I do know he did own the farm. And he was a chronic pot head, smoking all day. A doctor up in NY once moved him in for about 7 months to live with him and he (the doctor) smoked a lot of pot himself. But he told me that Chris was like a chimney. He would get so blazed up that he had to have a couple of adderall and coffee to make it to the gym. He often went long periods without actually training, he just had good genetics. But then at times, he would go clean in one day, stay clean for a long time (5-6 months) and hit the gym hard, get in shape, become popular with the people around him and suddenly... back to the mushroom and pot fog.My story on Duffy was just what the store owner told us...............I definitely believe yours over his............just sayin` !
I think you mean Don Long. I am referring to the short pro whose nickname was "Box". I think it was Jeff.
Yes, his mind really out there. He would go from diet tips to an idea of building a better light bulb, to how cell phones caused brain cancer, to politics in Rwanda, to how our gov't could more easily control our population unlike China, if they started imbedding long term birth control in tattoo ink and cigerettes.
Mushrooms had really fried his mind.
Yeah. Then went over to Golds but it quickly became "Zoo" and everyone left. I've never encountered him farting, but back then at Worlds and Gold's he had this small ass Honda Civic hatchback. It had to be an 89 or something. I don't know how he crammed 300lbs into that thing without a shoehorn to get in and a can opener to get out. Paul is a very nice guy, but he was/is very poor. Coming from Jamaica he had practically nothing in his pockets. He trained people for money but never got much. His cycles were laughably small dose. I honestly think that if he had access to funds for drugs and food... he could have been the next Dillet. Dude had great potential but lack of $$$ held him back.
i have spent few days around pros, being from Canada but here's aAWESOME PIC HAZ !!!
funny Mattarazzo one.
i was getting a pic with him and someone yelled to him '' hey Mike, Joe Weider needs you over here''
Mike replies ''hang on, this big fugger is about to snap my arm!''
and by the way, i'm bringing back the fanny pac!!!
Next up Dave Mastorakis.
Does anyone want me to continue these or not ???
Don`t want to bore the total shit out of anyone. ???
Great stories ,keep them coming , I like this Wes better than the one that wants to beat up EFSWATCH YOUR MOUTH CONVICT!! LOL :D
WATCH YOUR MOUTH CONVICT!! LOL :D:o ;D
Keep the stories coming Wes, you're making the forum interesting again!!Thanks brother,glad you`re enjoying them.
Wes, Jeff King worked at George Turner's Gym for a brief period of time in his early twenties. He was a sight to be hold!!! Those were the good old days!Yup,he went out to Turners then came backt o Big Daddysa nd now is a physical therapist in Greennfield Mass.
I put this pic on Facebook yeserday and Former Mr, America and Mr. Universe Matt Dufresne commented how they uesed to crush that lifting platform.
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Unreal neck but overall a very complete physique. Did he do any neck exercises or did he just have a naturally big neck?He used the Nautilus 4-Way Neck Machine 3 X a week every week.
I did 405 for a max that day for the first time in my life.................... ..I went around telling everyone hey,I squatted 405 today................the y asked how many reps I got................. I said ONE WTF shit felt tlike a bus on my back. lol ;D
More about Chris Duffy :
He told me the only bigger schmoe than Joe Weider was Peter McGough. That the man was a fucking raving homo in private and would often use the promise of good publicity or the threat of bad publicity to trade off for his clumsy passes at BBers.
He called Paul DeMayo a "turd pickle" who was so distraught at losing the Nationals to Duffy that his relatives had his "sponsor" sit with him for three days while he was crying because they thought he would try to kill himself. He said that Paul always complained about his placings and really didn't have his heart in competing. He said that Paul spent more time getting high in his Mr O prep than actually training for it. When he placed for shit, he started blaming Met Rx saying they forced him to compete at the last minute when he was not ready. He said rumor had it that Demayo was buried with his beloved video tape of a high school football game. he said that Paul would watch that tape over and over several times a day.
He called Stan McCrary a "cheesehead" who was so stupid that he walked right into the setup to be arrested for receiving steroids at the airport after he had ripped the same guy off the month before.
Contrary to what everyone thought, he didn't use clen much. He did not like it after trying it a couple of times. People assumed he was clen'd up out of his skull because he was jittery at times. But it was actually the adderall he used at times.
Worked at BOOM! for two weeks before the other bartenders who shared the same shift with him bitched to the owner and had him fired. They were not making tips because the people coming in were there to see Chris and spent more time talking and taking pictures than ordering any drinks.
He never did any PCT after stopping a cycle. He didn't believe in it or see a need since he wasn't ever having kids.
More about Chris Duffy :
He told me the only bigger schmoe than Joe Weider was Peter McGough. That the man was a fucking raving homo in private and would often use the promise of good publicity or the threat of bad publicity to trade off for his clumsy passes at BBers.
He called Paul DeMayo a "turd pickle" who was so distraught at losing the Nationals to Duffy that his relatives had his "sponsor" sit with him for three days while he was crying because they thought he would try to kill himself. He said that Paul always complained about his placings and really didn't have his heart in competing. He said that Paul spent more time getting high in his Mr O prep than actually training for it. When he placed for shit, he started blaming Met Rx saying they forced him to compete at the last minute when he was not ready. He said rumor had it that Demayo was buried with his beloved video tape of a high school football game. he said that Paul would watch that tape over and over several times a day.
He called Stan McCrary a "cheesehead" who was so stupid that he walked right into the setup to be arrested for receiving steroids at the airport after he had ripped the same guy off the month before.
Contrary to what everyone thought, he didn't use clen much. He did not like it after trying it a couple of times. People assumed he was clen'd up out of his skull because he was jittery at times. But it was actually the adderall he used at times.
Worked at BOOM! for two weeks before the other bartenders who shared the same shift with him bitched to the owner and had him fired. They were not making tips because the people coming in were there to see Chris and spent more time talking and taking pictures than ordering any drinks.
He never did any PCT after stopping a cycle. He didn't believe in it or see a need since he wasn't ever having kids.
I've never really met any pros in person that I can recall except for the late Mat Duvall.I met Matt at a contest in South Jersey........really nice guy.
He always looked mean and angry in all the Muscletech ads he was in.
Met him at the Atlanta airport and spoke with him briefly. He was super nice.
R.I.P.
You spent a lot of quality time with Chris :)
Wes, you old pansexual, as a big boxing fan who doesn't take kindly to disrespect, why didn't you dedicate your life to that sport instead of prancing around in your underwear on stage? You could have got your ass kicked by some of the legends from the golden era and wrote a book about it.
THIS guy was the WORST guy i've ever met!
Always acting like a !%#&˝ in the gym! (http://www.getbig.com/boards/index.php?action=profile)
Me and my buddy Harrishoppedon a Greyhound and were on our way to the contest...........it was mobbed when we got there.
Tons of huge and guys that thought they were huge all flexing and smelling of Ben Gay and shit !
We saw one animal sitting around before the show and we found out his name was Warren Frederick............... .....a true fucking beast.
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Once we saw him,and trust me he was fucking huge in person we knew this show was gonna be a good one.
All of a sudden we heard tons of people laughing,screaming,clapping,and just acting insane.................. ..we looked over the veritable sea of people in back of us and saw a huge guy in sunglasses just towering over the mass of people who were following him..............we found out this was the then little known Lou Ferrigno.
Kids and people asked him questions and he compleely ignred them walking blankly through people like he was a striding Steve Reeves in a Herculues flick.
Compleely oblivious to anyone who approached him and he didn`t give a shit.
When he spotted Warren Fredericks who he knew from NYC hel ooked worried,then we heard that Leon Brown was entering the contest.
Leon weighed about a buck 80 but looked insane,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he even beat out Franco for the Most Muscular trophy once which would not have been an easy task for anyone.
After seeing Leon,Lou went up on stage and stepped on the small raised plaform/podium type of thing they posed on back then.
He ccted like he was so huge that the podium might collapse under his immense weight so he announced to Ed that he wasn`t gonna compete and wasn`feeling well.
He wasn`t feeling well because he knew he would get smoked on that stage.
Leon Brown won the overall contest and took home all of the bodyparts trophys as well as the Most Muscular trophy.
Leon Brown became my inspiration that day and fate allowed me to compete with him at he Masters Nats some 30 or so years later.
We shot the shit for over an hour or so...........a true bb legend....while Lou was an insolent clod to everyone there.
No $20 pics back then with that attitude for sure.
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1970 Mr East Coast - AAU
Overall Winner Mike Katz
Tall
1 Mike Katz
2 Ray Delaney
3 K Klez
4 Douglas Lowinger
5 Jerry Valente
Medium
1 Warren Frederick
2 Gordon Babb
3 Paul Thomas (1)
4 Ernie Miles
5 Chris Gordon
Short
1 Leon Brown
2 George Reo
3 Johnny Ianno
4 William Fuentes
5 Elvin Martinez
MY bad,Katz won heOverall show.
^^^^^^ Channeling Donald Trump, I see...
Next up Dave Mastorakis.
Does anyone want me to continue these or not ???
Don`t want to bore the total shit out of anyone. ???
^^^^^^ Channeling Donald Trump, I see...
^^^^^^ Channeling Donald Trump, I see...
You spent a lot of quality time with Chris :)
Nonsense about demayo. He didn't have a "sponsor" till after he'd turned pro, after he'd already done the Olympia ans after he was dropped by metrx and done jail time.
Typical delusional meth junkie Chris Duffy saying or wanting to believe that Paul DeMayo would be crying over him.
Paul was a good dude who happened to have an addiction to opiates, something that will usually kill you on the east coast. Coke and meth don't typically have the kind of withdrawal, physical withdrawal opiates do, and also don't tend to affect your job performance (except for when you're WITHOUT them &/or trying to kick, on purpose or just without them).
Plenty of bodybuilders have had issues with painkillers, usually in the 90s starting with Nubain, after being told (& reading) how it was "non-addictive".
Last time I saw Paul was at the expo in I believe 02(??) & He'd said he was clean and detoxed, as I was still detoxing with temgesic (remember that Scotty? Aka "Bailey"??? When you were blowing up my pager for nubain or Vicodin begging for 'bain? & Told you I've got this great shit called "temgesic" aka Injectable buprenorphine?... Fucking junkie). Wasn't long after he'd OD'd on east coast powder heroin and died.
Paul had a queer funding him as an amateur. That was/is not the same one that carried him when he was hitting the skids later on as a pro. The first one he was introduced to when he went as a guest of a member to that gay gym over near Fenway Park. After a while this man dropped him because of Paul's temper issues.
Chris doesn't use meth. At least as far as 2013 when I last spoke with him. I still see Wendy his "gf" that he was supposed to marry but didn't (not that first wife of his Jenny or Joan or whatever) around town and she has also told me in the past that Chris would never touch meth. He used adderall at times to get out of the pot and mushroom fog and that made him jittery. But mostly he just trained while stoned. You must be talking about Bruce Patterson (pro) or Eric Rhodes (not pro but dead) as the meth junkies. They were known for that.
Wes, you old pansexual, as a big boxing fan who doesn't take kindly to disrespect, why didn't you dedicate your life to that sport instead of prancing around in your underwear on stage? You could have got your ass kicked by some of the legends from the golden era and wrote a book about it.I took enough ass whippings in the street just growing up,but you do have a point,at least I would have gotten paid for getting my ass kicked ! LOL ;D
So much drug use in the bodybuilding world. If it's not bodybuilding drugs it's recreational drugs.That was fucking funny Rich and sadly enough,it seems familiar to me ! LOL ;D
The biggest asshole I met was Wes. Back in the day through another board we decide to meet for a beer. We never met before. When I arrived there was Wes sitting at the bar. Offered to buy him a drink and told him his back looked great in that picture on the board. Wes started screaming at me. He tried to hit me with a round house and missed but got me in a headlock. I picked him up and dropped him hard on his head. Bouncers were running in our direction. I ran out of the bar and who do I see? It was Wes saying sorry I'm late I had some things to take care of. Who the fuck was I talking to in the bar? Disclaimer: none of this is true.
What year was that Wes? I believe Charles Gaines mentioned that incident of Lou going on stage and checking the posing platform in the book Pumping Iron. Was this also the contest that Gaines wrote about in Sports Illustrated?John,that was in 1970........... as I mentioned somewhere in the thread,yes it was mentioned in the PI book.
Paul had a queer funding him as an amateur. That was/is not the same one that carried him when he was hitting the skids later on as a pro. The first one he was introduced to when he went as a guest of a member to that gay gym over near Fenway Park. After a while this man dropped him because of Paul's temper issues.
Chris doesn't use meth. At least as far as 2013 when I last spoke with him. I still see Wendy his "gf" that he was supposed to marry but didn't (not that first wife of his Jenny or Joan or whatever) around town and she has also told me in the past that Chris would never touch meth. He used adderall at times to get out of the pot and mushroom fog and that made him jittery. But mostly he just trained while stoned. You must be talking about Bruce Patterson (pro) or Eric Rhodes (not pro but dead) as the meth junkies. They were known for that.
Paul had a queer funding him as an amateur. That was/is not the same one that carried him when he was hitting the skids later on as a pro. The first one he was introduced to when he went as a guest of a member to that gay gym over near Fenway Park. After a while this man dropped him because of Paul's temper issues.Hey Chris, did you use lube with the Louisville Slugger?
Chris doesn't use meth. At least as far as 2013 when I last spoke with him. I still see Wendy his "gf" that he was supposed to marry but didn't (not that first wife of his Jenny or Joan or whatever) around town and she has also told me in the past that Chris would never touch meth. He used adderall at times to get out of the pot and mushroom fog and that made him jittery. But mostly he just trained while stoned. You must be talking about Bruce Patterson (pro) or Eric Rhodes (not pro but dead) as the meth junkies. They were known for that.
To be fair, if we've learned anything from ESF, it's that you can hear a lot of things in one small discussion from someone who is affiliated with drugs.
Also - who said Kamali was a bad guy in person? He has always had a great rep face to face. I know he didn't have that on boards, but I've never heard any bad words about the guy from people meeting him.
I'll come in late into the fold, but here's my picks:
Nicest guys:
Bob Chick (I am a Rochester guy, raised in the area and knew Bob's brother well. I was actually closer to Bob's brother. That aside, Bob is a good guy. Matter of fact, before he was into bodybuilding, Bob was a security officer at my nephew's school. So we knew the kind of guy he was with people and kids).
Jason Arntz (Super sweet guy. I met him & his Polish wife back in circa 2001-2003, back when he used to workout at Victor Martinez's gym).
Kai Greene (I've talked with him many times over the years and every single time, he has been the softest spoken and kindest of individuals).
Rusty Jeffers (One of the biggest homos I know "literally" and certainly as sweet as the mustache he used to sport)
Franco Columbu (Met him many years back while visiting friends out in the west coast and the guy was an absolute sweetheart, always smiling. But to be fair, I barely understood a word he said.)
Victor Martinez (Believe what you want about the guy, but he was always quite the gentleman)
Biggest assholes:
Craig Titus (A true scumbag piece of shit. We spoke on the phone 2 times. The first time we were trying to set up a fight between us and Victor was helping arrange it. The 2nd time, he was trying to invite me out to do drugs. Luckily, I wasn't into drugs or I fear that I would have ended up as the lead actor in his version of a holocaust inside of the trunk of his car. I mean that as well.)
Steve Blechman (I don't meet many people I find dirty, but that guy just struck me the wrong way. He treated bodybuilders like cattle and it was disgraceful to see in person. I saw it during numerous photoshoots he would hold for his magazine. The last one was for Melvin Anthony in NYC. Steve was an inpatient queen, acting up and throwing a hissy fit with his little man purse.)
Tom Prince (That asshole thought he was such a big deal when in his prime. He didn't have time to be bothered with people and had the worst attitude, as if his ass was special. Then he fucked with the wrong Advil and his kidneys tapped out.)
That's my short list.
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I'll come in late into the fold, but here's my picks:Thanks for sharing "T"...........the only time I saw Tom Prince in person was in Ft. Lauderdale at the Southern States contest.
Nicest guys:
Bob Chick (I am a Rochester guy, raised in the area and knew Bob's brother well. I was actually closer to Bob's brother. That aside, Bob is a good guy. Matter of fact, before he was into bodybuilding, Bob was a security officer at my nephew's school. So we knew the kind of guy he was with people and kids).
Jason Arntz (Super sweet guy. I met him & his Polish wife back in circa 2001-2003, back when he used to workout at Victor Martinez's gym).
Kai Greene (I've talked with him many times over the years and every single time, he has been the softest spoken and kindest of individuals).
Rusty Jeffers (One of the biggest homos I know "literally" and certainly as sweet as the mustache he used to sport)
Franco Columbu (Met him many years back while visiting friends out in the west coast and the guy was an absolute sweetheart, always smiling. But to be fair, I barely understood a word he said.)
Victor Martinez (Believe what you want about the guy, but he was always quite the gentleman)
Biggest assholes:
Craig Titus (A true scumbag piece of shit. We spoke on the phone 2 times. The first time we were trying to set up a fight between us and Victor was helping arrange it. The 2nd time, he was trying to invite me out to do drugs. Luckily, I wasn't into drugs or I fear that I would have ended up as the lead actor in his version of a holocaust inside of the trunk of his car. I mean that as well.)
Steve Blechman (I don't meet many people I find dirty, but that guy just struck me the wrong way. He treated bodybuilders like cattle and it was disgraceful to see in person. I saw it during numerous photoshoots he would hold for his magazine. The last one was for Melvin Anthony in NYC. Steve was an inpatient queen, acting up and throwing a hissy fit with his little man purse.)
Tom Prince (That asshole thought he was such a big deal when in his prime. He didn't have time to be bothered with people and had the worst attitude, as if his ass was special. Then he fucked with the wrong Advil and his kidneys tapped out.)
That's my short list.
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Thanks for sharing "T"...........the only time I saw Tom Prince in person was in Ft. Lauderdale at the Southern States contest.
He was walking around in tights,and a hoodie and looked ridiculously cartoonish...........he also wore a large paper grocery bag on each foot !
Thanks for sharing "T"...........the only time I saw Tom Prince in person was in Ft. Lauderdale at the Southern States contest.
He was walking around in tights,and a hoodie and looked ridiculously cartoonish...........he also wore a large paper grocery bag on each foot !
I see what you did there Tim ;DLOL ;D
Tom Prince also wore a large paper grocery bag on each foot !
Thanks for sharing "T"...........the only time I saw Tom Prince in person was in Ft. Lauderdale at the Southern States contest.
He was walking around in tights,and a hoodie and looked ridiculously cartoonish...........he also wore a large paper grocery bag on each foot !
That is not true. Chris said many times (and his friends did too) that he never did coke (or heroin). He was strictly a severe pot and mushroom head. He actually owned a huge mushroom farm at one point of time with some other guys. He never really went into details about it, just talked about the various types and shit, but I heard another person say once that one of the guys that owned it with him was murdered and the case never solved. I do not know how true that story is. But I do know he did own the farm. And he was a chronic pot head, smoking all day. A doctor up in NY once moved him in for about 7 months to live with him and he (the doctor) smoked a lot of pot himself. But he told me that Chris was like a chimney. He would get so blazed up that he had to have a couple of adderall and coffee to make it to the gym. He often went long periods without actually training, he just had good genetics. But then at times, he would go clean in one day, stay clean for a long time (5-6 months) and hit the gym hard, get in shape, become popular with the people around him and suddenly... back to the mushroom and pot fog.
I think you mean Don Long. I am referring to the short pro whose nickname was "Box". I think it was Jeff.
Yes, his mind really out there. He would go from diet tips to an idea of building a better light bulb, to how cell phones caused brain cancer, to politics in Rwanda, to how our gov't could more easily control our population unlike China, if they started imbedding long term birth control in tattoo ink and cigerettes.
Mushrooms had really fried his mind.
Yeah. Then went over to Golds but it quickly became "Zoo" and everyone left. I've never encountered him farting, but back then at Worlds and Gold's he had this small ass Honda Civic hatchback. It had to be an 89 or something. I don't know how he crammed 300lbs into that thing without a shoehorn to get in and a can opener to get out. Paul is a very nice guy, but he was/is very poor. Coming from Jamaica he had practically nothing in his pockets. He trained people for money but never got much. His cycles were laughably small dose. I honestly think that if he had access to funds for drugs and food... he could have been the next Dillet. Dude had great potential but lack of $$$ held him back.
During the power meet we saw shit we never thought possible before with our limited knowledge andexperience.
There was a team from White Plains NY with one fucking animal named Richie who would just have guys slapping the living shit out of him befiore attempting each lift.
Then there was a guy who after every lift almost begged his coach to let him have a cigarette............dud e looked phenomanal.
Then we saw a guy with bright red hair who had to be 7foot 5 inches tall playing basketball...........the contest was held in the basketball gym as most were back then.
A lot of guys eating honey for energy and one idiot who had a can of cling peaches in heavy syrup as his secret to energy and power................onl y drawback was someone kicked over the peaches and this nitwit slipped in the juice and busted his head open and needed stitches,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hit his head on some folding bleachers.......not funny but I laughed for at least 10 minutes until I shed more tears than the guy with the busted melon.
Then there was a guy I had seen lift before at Mt. Park..........Fred Phister attempting a 605 deadlift at 165 pounds.................. ........didn`t get it that day but he had done more at other events.
OK now the bodybuilding portion which started at around 1AM or so and still had a huge crowd of people in attendance.
The old story that I`m sure guys like Funk51,John Hanson,oldtimer1,and others will remember................ ....basketball hoop with one light bulb hanging from it small posing dias/platform under the light............made almost anyone look great due to the shadows it created.!!
Contest was won by Len Archambault with his then training partner Manny Perry future Mr, USA a placing second.............I was psyched after seeing these guys.
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Archambault and Perry respectively..........Pe rry also later became a very famous stuntman and was the stunt double for Ferrigno in the Incredible Hulk TV series.
Paul had a queer funding him as an amateur. That was/is not the same one that carried him when he was hitting the skids later on as a pro. The first one he was introduced to when he went as a guest of a member to that gay gym over near Fenway Park. After a while this man dropped him because of Paul's temper issues.
Chris doesn't use meth. At least as far as 2013 when I last spoke with him. I still see Wendy his "gf" that he was supposed to marry but didn't (not that first wife of his Jenny or Joan or whatever) around town and she has also told me in the past that Chris would never touch meth. He used adderall at times to get out of the pot and mushroom fog and that made him jittery. But mostly he just trained while stoned. You must be talking about Bruce Patterson (pro) or Eric Rhodes (not pro but dead) as the meth junkies. They were known for that.
During the power meet we saw shit we never thought possible before with our limited knowledge andexperience.
There was a team from White Plains NY with one fucking animal named Richie who would just have guys slapping the living shit out of him befiore attempting each lift.
Then there was a guy who after every lift almost begged his coach to let him have a cigarette............dud e looked phenomanal.
Then we saw a guy with bright red hair who had to be 7foot 5 inches tall playing basketball...........the contest was held in the basketball gym as most were back then.
A lot of guys eating honey for energy and one idiot who had a can of cling peaches in heavy syrup as his secret to energy and power................onl y drawback was someone kicked over the peaches and this nitwit slipped in the juice and busted his head open and needed stitches,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hit his head on some folding bleachers.......not funny but I laughed for at least 10 minutes until I shed more tears than the guy with the busted melon.
Then there was a guy I had seen lift before at Mt. Park..........Fred Phister attempting a 605 deadlift at 165 pounds.................. ........didn`t get it that day but he had done more at other events.
OK now the bodybuilding portion which started at around 1AM or so and still had a huge crowd of people in attendance.
The old story that I`m sure guys like Funk51,John Hanson,oldtimer1,and others will remember................ ....basketball hoop with one light bulb hanging from it small posing dias/platform under the light............made almost anyone look great due to the shadows it created.!!
Contest was won by Len Archambault with his then training partner Manny Perry future Mr, USA a placing second.............I was psyched after seeing these guys.
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Archambault and Perry respectively..........Pe rry also later became a very famous stuntman and was the stunt double for Ferrigno in the Incredible Hulk TV series.
Yep! I remember Paul’s car vividly because it was the biggest shitbox that I’ve ever seen. Nice guy though! Loved that World Gym until it started getting a little fruity, but that’s what you get when you’re a cock’s length away from Wilton Manors. That gym had a few characters. Jeff the personal trainer with the paper-thin skin and crazy vascularity and there was also a lookalike of the Mad Tv version of Kenny Rogers who was a powerlifter and really unhealthy looking. He’d hang outside smoking like drinking an XXL by American Bodybuilding. Gotta have a smoke with your 180 grams of high glycemic carbs!
JEFF!!! Dude was funny as hell. But you would not recognize him today. He was the head trainer at Worlds and then left Worlds and went up to Boca to train clients. Then went up to the Port St Lucie area. He was HIV+ and the protease inhibitors were responsible for that crisp vascular look. His insurance company later stopped paying for his meds (or he lost insurance... I can't remember which... but he couldn't get his medicine) and he developed a GH gut like you wouldn't believe. But without using GH. I haven't seen him in about 5 years. But was a good guy. One of the first "gym friends" I had when I moved here.
Then there was Mike who went by JackedMax online as an escort. Dude made Vince Taylor look like he trained like Ronnie Coleman. I mean he would sit on that tricep extension machine and use 30lbs for about 5 sets of 20 reps. Never broke a sweat. Looked like he was falling asleep. But was huge beyond belief. His screen name was appropriate. Had to have weighed 250 easily with full abs and vascularity year around. Had a BF that didn't even work out and weighed about 155 lbs but he would beat the shit out of Mike about every other month. If Mike dared raise a hand to him or defend himself the dude would call the police and rat out Mike's steroid and meth stash to them. Mike was locked up a few times over this.
Then there was the mod from over on EliteFitness that was so big and ripped you could basically see his individual muscle fibers. No shit. That dude looked skinless. Drove a Benz convertible and later bought a Bentley when that peptide company he got into took off. He made millions and then sold his share and started up the whole sale company in Canada that supplied most of the US pep places. I heard he sold that last year and basically shits money at this point.
There was the two HIV+ escorts that were really big, they left and went to Golds with everyone else. Tall guy that looked 6 feet wide and the shorter guy with the thinning red hair that trained hamstrings 4x a week. These dudes were hired to give people HIV. I couldn't believe it when I heard it. Someone showed me their listings one time and I honestly could not believe people would want to catch it. But there are "bug chasers" around and like a woman getting pregnant by the most alpha male she can find, these people were wanting to get infected by the biggest most masculine guys they could find. They were $10K a night to fuck people bareback. If you didn't catch it that night, you had to hire them again.
The reason so many pooftahs started going there is because that gym in Wilton Manors Better Bodies that they called Bitter Bottoms started charging $85 per month. They redid the locker rooms with a sauna and steam room and shitty people went there. It was cheaper than going to the bathhouse. The people who went to work out just left. To be fair the landlord jacked up their rent to $18,000 a month there.
I could go on and on....
JEFF!!! Dude was funny as hell. But you would not recognize him today. He was the head trainer at Worlds and then left Worlds and went up to Boca to train clients. Then went up to the Port St Lucie area. He was HIV+ and the protease inhibitors were responsible for that crisp vascular look. His insurance company later stopped paying for his meds (or he lost insurance... I can't remember which... but he couldn't get his medicine) and he developed a GH gut like you wouldn't believe. But without using GH. I haven't seen him in about 5 years. But was a good guy. One of the first "gym friends" I had when I moved here.
Then there was Mike who went by JackedMax online as an escort. Dude made Vince Taylor look like he trained like Ronnie Coleman. I mean he would sit on that tricep extension machine and use 30lbs for about 5 sets of 20 reps. Never broke a sweat. Looked like he was falling asleep. But was huge beyond belief. His screen name was appropriate. Had to have weighed 250 easily with full abs and vascularity year around. Had a BF that didn't even work out and weighed about 155 lbs but he would beat the shit out of Mike about every other month. If Mike dared raise a hand to him or defend himself the dude would call the police and rat out Mike's steroid and meth stash to them. Mike was locked up a few times over this.
Then there was the mod from over on EliteFitness that was so big and ripped you could basically see his individual muscle fibers. No shit. That dude looked skinless. Drove a Benz convertible and later bought a Bentley when that peptide company he got into took off. He made millions and then sold his share and started up the whole sale company in Canada that supplied most of the US pep places. I heard he sold that last year and basically shits money at this point.
There was the two HIV+ escorts that were really big, they left and went to Golds with everyone else. Tall guy that looked 6 feet wide and the shorter guy with the thinning red hair that trained hamstrings 4x a week. These dudes were hired to give people HIV. I couldn't believe it when I heard it. Someone showed me their listings one time and I honestly could not believe people would want to catch it. But there are "bug chasers" around and like a woman getting pregnant by the most alpha male she can find, these people were wanting to get infected by the biggest most masculine guys they could find. They were $10K a night to fuck people bareback. If you didn't catch it that night, you had to hire them again.
The reason so many pooftahs started going there is because that gym in Wilton Manors Better Bodies that they called Bitter Bottoms started charging $85 per month. They redid the locker rooms with a sauna and steam room and shitty people went there. It was cheaper than going to the bathhouse. The people who went to work out just left. To be fair the landlord jacked up their rent to $18,000 a month there.
I could go on and on....
I got the same impression about him , he was the guest poser in a show that my wife competed in , He was shouting stupid shit from the back of the auditorium ,laughing being disrespectful to the competitors , he was huge his hamstrings were insane. I took this pic
Tom Prince (That asshole thought he was such a big deal when in his prime. He didn't have time to be bothered with people and had the worst attitude, as if his ass was special. Then he fucked with the wrong Advil and his kidneys tapped out.)
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Back in the day there was a young up and coming bodybuilder named Gene Massey out of Florida.You remember all their names ,very impressive
Gene would pilot his own private plane all over the place doing contests aroundthecountry........ .........we saw Ray Mentzer,and mike,DaveMass and GeneMassey all at the same show in Holyoke.
Anyway while flying back home,Gene crashed his plane and he was killed.
Sad day for bodybuilding as many thought Gene was gonna make it pretty big inthe sport.
Upon hearing the news of Masseys death,Harris was going to dedicate todays squatting session in memory of Gene Masseya man he never even knew but felt a kins ship for....................a n iron kinship.
He was really hurt by the news of his death even though he didn1`t knowGene.
We start warming up for squats and eventually Harris gets to 405 pounds........he adresses the bar with a yell then shoulers the weight walks it out and screams at the top of his lungs MASSEY ONE..................... ......MASSEY TWO....................M ASSEY THREE..............MASSE Y FOUR...........MASSEY FIVE, and so on until he got 11 deep controlled reps and this guy was all natural IMO and only19 years old tops.
He weighed between 225-230 at 5 feet 8 inches
Chest: 57
Quads-30-31 (OLIVA LIKE)
Arms-18.5-19 cold
Diamond shaped huge calves
Forearms likeSegios also........... very clublike and thick
WAIST-28-29 I shit you not his quads were that much bigger than his waist.
The fucker would do cheat curls with 225 for sets of 5 reps a set...............slight cheat to get the weight moving then an extra slow negative.
70-80 pound laterals (lots ofswinging thoughIMO)
80 pound flyes for 5 sets of 10-12 reps with those old York Globe type dumbells
He trained very fast also.
Just the fact that he was only a kid was insane withall he could do in the gym.
He worked 3 jobs and went to school jogged before his first job,then trained with me after his last job,and ate all fucking day long.
A true fucking animal .............had a bad attitude but once you got to know him he was a great guy who would give you the shirt off of his back.
Talked to his now fatass last week on the phone.................do ing well.
Not many good teen bodybuilers today like back then.
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THE LATE GENE MASSEY
RIP BROTHER
Were definitely in presence of greatness. To know all those details, you either are Chris Duffy or someone that was in the know.
Even escort prices? seriously?
Wooow
You have a keen sense of understanding, “you’re someone in the know”. He’s sharing detailed information he knows you goof.
Shizzzo you shouldn’t accuse members of being people. Just enjoy the stories.
Wow! I didn’t know all those details. I was going to mention Jeff’s turtle gut. I can’t remember any other of the characters that you mentioned, but I do remember that triceps machine if you’re talking about the overhead extension machine with the stack. Also liked the incline bench machine next to that one. I’m trying to think of other random weirdos in there. There was a guy who we always called Bono because he wore his style glasses but was bald and always wore a black fishnet top. Total bug chaser outfit.
Met Shawn Ray as a kid in Fullerton, couldn't tell if he was an A-Hole or not, just too young to discern.
You have a keen sense of understanding, “you’re someone in the know”. He’s sharing detailed information he knows you goof.
Shizzzo you shouldn’t accuse members of being people. Just enjoy the stories.
you are a boring contributor to this board....
Keep the stories coming Wes and Lurker. Really entertaining.Keep it rolling.
Back in the day there was this guy who was about 45 to 50 years old. I think his name was Gus. He had memberships at numerous gyms. Drove a brand new jeep but didn't have a job. He was the steroid dealer. Sold stuff out of his car in the parking lot. It was known that's the gear salesman. He fancied himself an opera singer. Was always singing in the gym in his baritone voice with wild hand gestures. He looked good and competed but didn't have it for the big time. Just a poor man's Zane physique. He was always telling me to stop the Mentzer heavy weight thing and to do more sets to work the muscle. I wasn't a user so I never had any "business" dealing with him but one. I know he was selling tickets for a local show but when I hit him up he said he was out but I could go to his apartment where he had more.
I drove to his apartment that night and he answers the door wearing bikini underwear and nothing else. His 21 year old girl friend is wearing skimpy nothing bra and bikini panties. When he saw me he started singing and smiling. I wouldn't have minded being a 22 year old guy banging his girlfriend but the scene was just too weird. I asked for the tickets and paid him leaving. He looked really disappointed. A short time later his car and apartment was broken into and all his drug stash inventory was gone. He was paranoid and said to anyone that listened that he thought it was the cops but had no explanation why he wasn't arrested yet. Then it got ugly. He thought it was me.
On a side note with this story from the past there was this sweet young couple who trained at the gym. She looked about 20 and he was roughly the same age. They trained but he looked like nothing but an ordinary gym rat. He hooked up with the guy I have been writing about and the difference in one short month was insane. The sad part is he broke up with his sweet devoted hot girlfriend when he got on the juice. Don't know what happened.
I moved to another county. Heard rumors about the dealer getting arrested but have no real knowledge. About 20 years later I'm swimming in the ocean. I hear a guy singing opera type stuff and he's looking at me. I don't know why but I'm with a wife and kids on the beach so I just ignore him. He looks sad but the last thing I need is a shady character like that around my family.
More if anyone wants it.
Keep the stories coming Wes and Lurker. Really entertaining.Great story Rich........keep`em coming.
Back in the day there was this guy who was about 45 to 50 years old. I think his name was Gus. He had memberships at numerous gyms. Drove a brand new jeep but didn't have a job. He was the steroid dealer. Sold stuff out of his car in the parking lot. It was known that's the gear salesman. He fancied himself an opera singer. Was always singing in the gym in his baritone voice with wild hand gestures. He looked good and competed but didn't have it for the big time. Just a poor man's Zane physique. He was always telling me to stop the Mentzer heavy weight thing and to do more sets to work the muscle. I wasn't a user so I never had any "business" dealing with him but one. I know he was selling tickets for a local show but when I hit him up he said he was out but I could go to his apartment where he had more.
I drove to his apartment that night and he answers the door wearing bikini underwear and nothing else. His 21 year old girl friend is wearing skimpy nothing bra and bikini panties. When he saw me he started singing and smiling. I wouldn't have minded being a 22 year old guy banging his girlfriend but the scene was just too weird. I asked for the tickets and paid him leaving. He looked really disappointed. A short time later his car and apartment was broken into and all his drug stash inventory was gone. He was paranoid and said to anyone that listened that he thought it was the cops but had no explanation why he wasn't arrested yet. Then it got ugly. He thought it was me.
On a side note with this story from the past there was this sweet young couple who trained at the gym. She looked about 20 and he was roughly the same age. They trained but he looked like nothing but an ordinary gym rat. He hooked up with the guy I have been writing about and the difference in one short month was insane. The sad part is he broke up with his sweet devoted hot girlfriend when he got on the juice. Don't know what happened.
I moved to another county. Heard rumors about the dealer getting arrested but have no real knowledge. About 20 years later I'm swimming in the ocean. I hear a guy singing opera type stuff and he's looking at me. I don't know why but I'm with a wife and kids on the beach so I just ignore him. He looks sad but the last thing I need is a shady character like that around my family
More if anyone wants it.
Dude, your obsession with Shizzo or who I am is insane. It kills you the fact that on the other hand I dont have a slight interest to know who you are in real life. Unlike Pellius, Wes or ESF, you are a boring contributor to this board....
I never went to Port St Lucie, let alone lived there, dont have a sister, not Bald, no Tats...
By the way, Im enjoying his stories, Wes's, ESFs' , not yours. You dont have any story to share, do you?
Lol I REALLY WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM!
Please care about me, lol.
You've accused lurker of being Duffy multiple times in this thread BASED ON HIS POSTS but when it happens to you the accusations are baseless.
::)
Classic.
Ok Big shot, enough is enough.
You wanna see me holding two signs saying: " Joe V is not Shizzo" and "Dave D is My Bitch"?
You pay me 300 bucks. Ill prove to you and to that now gun worship homo that Im not Shizzo!
What do you think, Bitch? Yes, Im calling you out. Make it happen, make it Rain, show me 'some Love", and Ill shove up your ass that I am not him, just like SF900 husband does to him every night when he sticks his dick up his fag ass!
Are you gonna take it the challenge or keep bitching like a fag??
My name is Joe V.
It hurts my feelings when I'm called shizzo.
Give me $300 and I'll prove im not shizzo.
Hey Joe give me $300 and I'll say you're not Shizzo and apologize for being wrong!
Do it or you're a coward!
ARE YOU A COWARD JOE? PAY ME $300!
Dude you are pathetic. You harass multiple long time members then when the same process is applied to you, you MELTDOWN!
Tell you what Joe. Give me your address. When im in Florida we meet. Your show me your phone and your Joe V long in and then I'll agree you're not Shizzo.
Or give me $300!
Or are you a chicken.
You're a joke.
I wasn't expecting anything less than that
Keep saying I am a liar and a fraud, and when I say that Ill PROVE to you I am not Shizzo, you run away like a Bitch.
Camon, Dave, whats 300 bucks for a Rich Man?
You said that I am Bum, and live in a shithole, and now you cant pay this cheap change?
Screw You, Asshole.
By the way, you can come to Florida any time with your Guns, even a Machine Gun, I dont give a shit. I dont have Guns and dont need one, girl!!
Pussy ass Bitch!!
Its not about the money shizzo.
But i can use your $300 to donate to my community outreach program.
Give your address and I'll start the outreach near your beach home.
Give me your banking info or your venmo info and I'll send you the $300. They only catch is you cant use it for alcohol, illegal drugs or steroids.
Thats the deal.
The only asshole I have met is Lou. A huge disappointment and especially when nobody has anything good to say about him.
In the late 70's I trained at Atlas gym in Jersey city. You younger guys don't realize that gyms were rare. Especially bodybuilding gyms. Most guys into bodybuilding trained in garages, basements and some YMCA's. Atlas was on the second floor of a store front business. There are pictures of Sergio training there but I never saw him there. I think guys that train in the modern gyms of today would be shocked by this place. The rug on the floor looked like they found it in a dump. From deadlifting on the wood floor underneath you had to be careful where you walked or you could twist an ankle stepping in a hole covered by the rug. I loved the place.
Bodybuilding was starting to take off. I was a bodybuilding fan since I was a kid because the neighboring town Union city was Joe Weiders head quarters on 32nd street. As a very young kid in the 60's they would give me stacks of free expired magazines. Even got to see the man Joe Weider. To a 70lbs little kid he looked like a giant in his suit.
Back to Atlas. Hate to say it but guys on steroids stink. The place had a stench. I had no clue who the manufacturer of the equipment was. It was painted gold if my memory serves me but it was all mismatched stuff. I'm sure much of it was home made by a welder. It was there I saw my first Nautilus machine. They had the original combo plate loading Nautilus curl and tricep machine. Guess I'm rambling now.
The guy who managed the place was the nicest guy. He wasn't the owner. I have no clue who owned it. He lived in the place on a little dirty mattress on the floor. He cooked on a hot plate. Rumor had it he was a recovering homeless alcoholic. I think he was just happy to have a place to live. Everyone loved him.
It was soon after that I met Jose and Pedro. Names changed to protect them. Two Hispanic steroid using teenagers. They both had sick potential to get to the top. Jose was already the NJ teen champion. He was about 210 and 5'10 ripped. About 230lbs off season. Pedro had even bigger potential but was a lazy in the gym. At around 6' he had the biggest arms I've seen to date at that time. These two were celebrities. They worked as bouncers on the side and the code in North Jersey if you were a bounce anywhere you got free admission to any other club. I remember going to the big college dance club at the time. A real huge place. I'm with Jose and it's winter. Jose opens his coat and he has Heineken beers everywhere. Two in his belt. Two in an inside pocket. Two under his arm. I never saw him do this in the car where we were pre gaming prior to going in. He said, " Want one?" Here we are drinking for free until I noticed something. Jose, "They don't serve Heineken."
The dance music is blasting and I make my way to the dance floor on the outer perimeter. I'm watching the chicks dance and I start to move my self. I know it won't be long till I'm out on the floor with a chick. The place is packed. I feel someone shove me. I figure it's just crowded. Then it happens again. I turn around and realize a guy is shoving me on purpose. He blows me a kiss like what are you going to do twinkle toes. I hit him with three quick shots to his face and he fell like he was electrocuted flat on his face.
Then I notice something else. All the bar tenders hopped over the three huge bars heading for me. I looked by the entrance and the bouncers are heading in my direction. Back then bouncers took joy in breaking bones and fucking people up. Now law suits stops that but in north Jersey the mob ruled and many of the clubs were mob owned. I felt real terror. The club was packed and with the dim lights and light effects I blended into the crowd and walked fast toward the exit. A bouncer was running toward me and I told him the fight is on the dance floor and he ran right by me. I got in my car and my heart was going a million miles an hour. I had a shift car and I put it in first gear ready to peel out and hit the road. Then it a happened. What happened was nothing. I sat in my car for about 45 minutes. No one was looking for me. Here comes Jose drunk as hell. He tells me there was a big fight by the dance floor. Some guy knocked a guy out cold. All his buddies were circling the place looking for him. It was chaos. I told him it was me as I drove out of the place.
Not a pro... but an old timer in Atlanta had a scar on his right shoulder, about the size of a dime with multiple little dots in it. Just like your parents have when they got the childhood vaccine that left the same kind of scar. I noticed later that he had one on his left shoulder too. I was like "wow, never saw anyone with two before" got to talking and he said only the one on the left was from the vaccine. The one on the right came from his dumb ass buying 5ml vials of homemade finaplex that was sold in the glass high school chemistry vial containers. You know... the kind with the 3/4" thick rubber stopper on top that seals it? Dude said he was 20 years old and was pushing an 18g needle THROUGH all the rubber to draw out and inject each time. I was like "18g??? WTF??" and he said yeah that when he tried using a smaller needle like a 22g, it always bent going through the stopper. He said it was so long ago that people didn't have the internet for advice and he never once thought to pull the stopper out and preload his syringes or to load the syringe and then change the needle. He said "so I ended up with this and... THIS!!!" at that point he pulled the back of his shorts down and his ass cheeks had 2-3 of the same scars on each sideWOW,that`s fucking nutz! LOL ;D
I was friends with Branch Warren many years ago. We used to train together all the time then go out for lunch afterwards. One day, I mentioned to him that I wanted to swing by the local GNC to pick up some protein supplements and vitamins, so off we went. As I was paying for the items at the counter, the middle-aged woman serving me looked at my vitamins and remarked, ‘oh, these look interesting? Have you used them before?’ I informed her that I had, and that I hadn’t suffered a cold or bout of flu in a few years now. ‘As long as you’ve got your health, that’s the main thing,’ she replied. Suddenly, Branch stepped out from behind me. ‘What the fuck did you just say?’ He growled at her. She looked puzzled and glanced at me, unsure of what to do. I’m a fucking elf, am I?’ Branch continued. He misheard her and assumed he had been mistaken for a pet elf. His well-known insecurities were about to cause a Chernobyl-like meltdown which I wasn’t at all prepared for.
‘ELVES ARE MYTHICAL BEINGS, YOU FUCKING SLAG! I’M AVERAGE HEIGHT!! LOOK AT YOUR ARMS… PROBABLY NOT EVEN TWELVE INCHES!! I’LL BENCH-PRESS YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!’
He let out a high-pitched shriek as he launched himself up over the counter, leaping on to the woman’s back and then bit down hard on her ear. She screamed in agony as she fought to shake him off, but her arms couldn’t reach back far enough to get a hold of him. She thrashed around violently, throwing herself backwards into various shelves in order to get him off of her, but with his legs wrapped around her waist, and his hands covering her eyes, she was fucked.
‘SANDRA, HELP! FUCKING HELP! THIS THING IS BITING ME!’ She cried out to her assistant, who was now running up from the back of the store with a CO2 fire extinguisher in hand. ‘WENDY, HOLD ON!’ With nerves of steel, Sandra calmly took up an isosceles stance, pulled the pin on the extinguisher, and steadied her breathing. As she took aim, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. she lined up the nozzle and Wendy pivoted around to face her, bringing Branch into sight. ‘Freeze, you pumped up piece of shit’. Branch took the full blast of the CO2 right in his gruesome little face, and the force of it took him clean off of Wendy’s back and into a stack of Mutant whey protein. Wendy fell to her knees, clutching her bloodied ear and began to sob. Suddenly, the tubs of protein began to shake. It was Branch… he was getting back up. ‘FINISH HIM!’ Wendy screamed. Sandra didn’t hesitate: she emptied the rest of the extinguisher up and down the entire length of his childlike body, freezing him where he stood. He looked every inch the ambassador for Mutant whey, posing next to the tubs like a little gargoyle with his face paralyzed in a contorted expression of fury.
Terrified that I might end up arrested and forced to pay damages, I quickly carried him out of the shop and took him to Mcdonald’s to defrost while I had lunch. After a while he began to thaw out and regain the use of his facial muscles. I’m still a man, aren’t I? He asked me. I looked down at the sorry little figure before me and couldn’t find it in my heart to tell him the truth: ‘Of course, Branch. You’re still a man.’
He looked back up at me, his eyes still filled with tears. ‘I kill wild pigs. Honest, I do!’ I was taken aback by the sudden optimism of his tone. As though he’d just revealed something so impressive that his earlier emasculation would be immediately forgotten. ’Giant ones, with huge teeth! And… and, they’re REALLY scary! I chase them down with vicious dogs! And then I take out my giant knife and I STAB THEM!’ He suddenly became very animated and leapt up excitedly, making stabbing and slashing motions at the air with an imaginary sword. ‘SWOOSH! SLASH! En Garde!’ He cried out, as he pranced around on the balls of his feet, darting in and out like a fencer.
I stared open mouthed in shock as the tiny Texan battled an imaginary giant pig in the middle of Mcdonald’s. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I noticed a few individuals turning around to look at me as though I was somehow responsible and had deliberately encouraged a physically and intellectually stunted man to put on a show for my own amusement. Before I could ask him to sit down he jumped up onto a chair, then climbed onto the table and started bellowing out a song as if he were performing in a musical:
They call him The Braaaanch!
He’s thick as a treeeeeeee!
At home on the raaaannch!
He’s bigger than theeeee!
At that point, I didn’t know what to do so I just fucking jumped up and ran straight out the door. I ran faster than I’ve ever ran in my life. My lungs were killing me but I was determined to keep going as I heard Branch shouting in the background: ‘Wait! My little legs… I can’t keep up. Why are we running? Is it a bear?’ After a few miles, when I was sure I’d lost him, I collapsed by a park bench and caught my breath. I had a stitch that felt like my stomach was being fucked by Goodrum’s giant black penis, but I didn’t care. I vowed never to speak to Branch ever again, and I’m proud to say that I never did.
I was friends with Branch Warren many years ago. We used to train together all the time then go out for lunch afterwards. One day, I mentioned to him that I wanted to swing by the local GNC to pick up some protein supplements and vitamins, so off we went. As I was paying for the items at the counter, the middle-aged woman serving me looked at my vitamins and remarked, ‘oh, these look interesting? Have you used them before?’ I informed her that I had, and that I hadn’t suffered a cold or bout of flu in a few years now. ‘As long as you’ve got your health, that’s the main thing,’ she replied. Suddenly, Branch stepped out from behind me. ‘What the fuck did you just say?’ He growled at her. She looked puzzled and glanced at me, unsure of what to do. I’m a fucking elf, am I?’ Branch continued. He misheard her and assumed he had been mistaken for a pet elf. His well-known insecurities were about to cause a Chernobyl-like meltdown which I wasn’t at all prepared for.
‘ELVES ARE MYTHICAL BEINGS, YOU FUCKING SLAG! I’M AVERAGE HEIGHT!! LOOK AT YOUR ARMS… PROBABLY NOT EVEN TWELVE INCHES!! I’LL BENCH-PRESS YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!’
He let out a high-pitched shriek as he launched himself up over the counter, leaping on to the woman’s back and then bit down hard on her ear. She screamed in agony as she fought to shake him off, but her arms couldn’t reach back far enough to get a hold of him. She thrashed around violently, throwing herself backwards into various shelves in order to get him off of her, but with his legs wrapped around her waist, and his hands covering her eyes, she was fucked.
‘SANDRA, HELP! FUCKING HELP! THIS THING IS BITING ME!’ She cried out to her assistant, who was now running up from the back of the store with a CO2 fire extinguisher in hand. ‘WENDY, HOLD ON!’ With nerves of steel, Sandra calmly took up an isosceles stance, pulled the pin on the extinguisher, and steadied her breathing. As she took aim, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. she lined up the nozzle and Wendy pivoted around to face her, bringing Branch into sight. ‘Freeze, you pumped up piece of shit’. Branch took the full blast of the CO2 right in his gruesome little face, and the force of it took him clean off of Wendy’s back and into a stack of Mutant whey protein. Wendy fell to her knees, clutching her bloodied ear and began to sob. Suddenly, the tubs of protein began to shake. It was Branch… he was getting back up. ‘FINISH HIM!’ Wendy screamed. Sandra didn’t hesitate: she emptied the rest of the extinguisher up and down the entire length of his childlike body, freezing him where he stood. He looked every inch the ambassador for Mutant whey, posing next to the tubs like a little gargoyle with his face paralyzed in a contorted expression of fury.
Terrified that I might end up arrested and forced to pay damages, I quickly carried him out of the shop and took him to Mcdonald’s to defrost while I had lunch. After a while he began to thaw out and regain the use of his facial muscles. I’m still a man, aren’t I? He asked me. I looked down at the sorry little figure before me and couldn’t find it in my heart to tell him the truth: ‘Of course, Branch. You’re still a man.’
He looked back up at me, his eyes still filled with tears. ‘I kill wild pigs. Honest, I do!’ I was taken aback by the sudden optimism of his tone. As though he’d just revealed something so impressive that his earlier emasculation would be immediately forgotten. ’Giant ones, with huge teeth! And… and, they’re REALLY scary! I chase them down with vicious dogs! And then I take out my giant knife and I STAB THEM!’ He suddenly became very animated and leapt up excitedly, making stabbing and slashing motions at the air with an imaginary sword. ‘SWOOSH! SLASH! En Garde!’ He cried out, as he pranced around on the balls of his feet, darting in and out like a fencer.
I stared open mouthed in shock as the tiny Texan battled an imaginary giant pig in the middle of Mcdonald’s. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I noticed a few individuals turning around to look at me as though I was somehow responsible and had deliberately encouraged a physically and intellectually stunted man to put on a show for my own amusement. Before I could ask him to sit down he jumped up onto a chair, then climbed onto the table and started bellowing out a song as if he were performing in a musical:
They call him The Braaaanch!
He’s thick as a treeeeeeee!
At home on the raaaannch!
He’s bigger than theeeee!
At that point, I didn’t know what to do so I just fucking jumped up and ran straight out the door. I ran faster than I’ve ever ran in my life. My lungs were killing me but I was determined to keep going as I heard Branch shouting in the background: ‘Wait! My little legs… I can’t keep up. Why are we running? Is it a bear?’ After a few miles, when I was sure I’d lost him, I collapsed by a park bench and caught my breath. I had a stitch that felt like my stomach was being fucked by Goodrum’s giant black penis, but I didn’t care. I vowed never to speak to Branch ever again, and I’m proud to say that I never did.
Great stories. I haven't got shit to offer by comparison but I'll give it a shot.That was a damn good story Tape............everybod y needs a helping Hans at times! ;)
I landed a job at a youth hostel (when I was in my youth) in Bruges, Belgium. The pay was a pittance but food was free, as was the beer. I'd never done any real lifting up until then. Some may question whether I still have, but fuck em. I'd been a swimmer in even younger years and had developed a vanity which I've never been able to shake off. So after a few months of indulgence and laying around I get my ass to the local gym, walking distance from the hostel through narrow cobbled one way streets.
I walk in for the first time to join up and who should I see across the room on the leg extension but the man himself, Arnold Schwarzenegger. No, jk. Nobody there worked out or had any idea what they were doing, so I fit right in. The owner had obviously served his time tho. He was a bulked dude named Hans. Just charged you by the week.
He never hassled you or offered any advice, even though it was sorely needed. He just hung out at his mini desk by the door and watched the goings on in the gym. So I'd say hi when I walked in, and he'd say hello. But when I left and said see you tomorrow or whatever one of two things would happen. Sometimes he'd say "Ok, see you then." And it was friendly but a little distant. Alternatively, he wouldn't say anything but he'd smile approvingly and nod a few times. You got the smile and nod if you busted your ass that day.
Goofy as it was it really motivated me. Had to get the nod from big Hans.
My employer was less than enthused by my fitness aspirations. The steak and chicken breast always needed a reorder. I was always eating, which they pointed out, and creatively nicknamed me Always Eating.
Despite my hopeless exercise selection I managed to gain a bit and looked alright. Got tons of tail at that youth hostel and even shacked up with the local hottie briefly, who was completely out of my league, much to the chagrin of the local boys.
To this day, 22 years down the road, if I catch myself half assing a workout, I think "Fuck. I wouldn't get the nod for this."
Thanks, Hans.
That was a damn good story Tape............everybod y needs a helping Hans at times! ;)
Thanks bud. Funny how some people stick with you over the years.Yeah,I wanted to kill that guy and he swore up and down that he announced that the NYC bus would be stopping in York,but he truly never did announce it.
Fucking heartbreaking story about the NABBA. Some guys need their oxygen access canceled!
I was friends with Branch Warren many years ago. We used to train together all the time then go out for lunch afterwards. One day, I mentioned to him that I wanted to swing by the local GNC to pick up some protein supplements and vitamins, so off we went. As I was paying for the items at the counter, the middle-aged woman serving me looked at my vitamins and remarked, ‘oh, these look interesting? Have you used them before?’ I informed her that I had, and that I hadn’t suffered a cold or bout of flu in a few years now. ‘As long as you’ve got your health, that’s the main thing,’ she replied. Suddenly, Branch stepped out from behind me. ‘What the fuck did you just say?’ He growled at her. She looked puzzled and glanced at me, unsure of what to do. I’m a fucking elf, am I?’ Branch continued. He misheard her and assumed he had been mistaken for a pet elf. His well-known insecurities were about to cause a Chernobyl-like meltdown which I wasn’t at all prepared for.
‘ELVES ARE MYTHICAL BEINGS, YOU FUCKING SLAG! I’M AVERAGE HEIGHT!! LOOK AT YOUR ARMS… PROBABLY NOT EVEN TWELVE INCHES!! I’LL BENCH-PRESS YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!’
He let out a high-pitched shriek as he launched himself up over the counter, leaping on to the woman’s back and then bit down hard on her ear. She screamed in agony as she fought to shake him off, but her arms couldn’t reach back far enough to get a hold of him. She thrashed around violently, throwing herself backwards into various shelves in order to get him off of her, but with his legs wrapped around her waist, and his hands covering her eyes, she was fucked.
‘SANDRA, HELP! FUCKING HELP! THIS THING IS BITING ME!’ She cried out to her assistant, who was now running up from the back of the store with a CO2 fire extinguisher in hand. ‘WENDY, HOLD ON!’ With nerves of steel, Sandra calmly took up an isosceles stance, pulled the pin on the extinguisher, and steadied her breathing. As she took aim, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. she lined up the nozzle and Wendy pivoted around to face her, bringing Branch into sight. ‘Freeze, you pumped up piece of shit’. Branch took the full blast of the CO2 right in his gruesome little face, and the force of it took him clean off of Wendy’s back and into a stack of Mutant whey protein. Wendy fell to her knees, clutching her bloodied ear and began to sob. Suddenly, the tubs of protein began to shake. It was Branch… he was getting back up. ‘FINISH HIM!’ Wendy screamed. Sandra didn’t hesitate: she emptied the rest of the extinguisher up and down the entire length of his childlike body, freezing him where he stood. He looked every inch the ambassador for Mutant whey, posing next to the tubs like a little gargoyle with his face paralyzed in a contorted expression of fury.
Terrified that I might end up arrested and forced to pay damages, I quickly carried him out of the shop and took him to Mcdonald’s to defrost while I had lunch. After a while he began to thaw out and regain the use of his facial muscles. I’m still a man, aren’t I? He asked me. I looked down at the sorry little figure before me and couldn’t find it in my heart to tell him the truth: ‘Of course, Branch. You’re still a man.’
He looked back up at me, his eyes still filled with tears. ‘I kill wild pigs. Honest, I do!’ I was taken aback by the sudden optimism of his tone. As though he’d just revealed something so impressive that his earlier emasculation would be immediately forgotten. ’Giant ones, with huge teeth! And… and, they’re REALLY scary! I chase them down with vicious dogs! And then I take out my giant knife and I STAB THEM!’ He suddenly became very animated and leapt up excitedly, making stabbing and slashing motions at the air with an imaginary sword. ‘SWOOSH! SLASH! En Garde!’ He cried out, as he pranced around on the balls of his feet, darting in and out like a fencer.
I stared open mouthed in shock as the tiny Texan battled an imaginary giant pig in the middle of Mcdonald’s. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I noticed a few individuals turning around to look at me as though I was somehow responsible and had deliberately encouraged a physically and intellectually stunted man to put on a show for my own amusement. Before I could ask him to sit down he jumped up onto a chair, then climbed onto the table and started bellowing out a song as if he were performing in a musical:
They call him The Braaaanch!
He’s thick as a treeeeeeee!
At home on the raaaannch!
He’s bigger than theeeee!
At that point, I didn’t know what to do so I just fucking jumped up and ran straight out the door. I ran faster than I’ve ever ran in my life. My lungs were killing me but I was determined to keep going as I heard Branch shouting in the background: ‘Wait! My little legs… I can’t keep up. Why are we running? Is it a bear?’ After a few miles, when I was sure I’d lost him, I collapsed by a park bench and caught my breath. I had a stitch that felt like my stomach was being fucked by Goodrum’s giant black penis, but I didn’t care. I vowed never to speak to Branch ever again, and I’m proud to say that I never did.
I was friends with Branch Warren many years ago. We used to train together all the time then go out for lunch afterwards. One day, I mentioned to him that I wanted to swing by the local GNC to pick up some protein supplements and vitamins, so off we went. As I was paying for the items at the counter, the middle-aged woman serving me looked at my vitamins and remarked, ‘oh, these look interesting? Have you used them before?’ I informed her that I had, and that I hadn’t suffered a cold or bout of flu in a few years now. ‘As long as you’ve got your health, that’s the main thing,’ she replied. Suddenly, Branch stepped out from behind me. ‘What the fuck did you just say?’ He growled at her. She looked puzzled and glanced at me, unsure of what to do. I’m a fucking elf, am I?’ Branch continued. He misheard her and assumed he had been mistaken for a pet elf. His well-known insecurities were about to cause a Chernobyl-like meltdown which I wasn’t at all prepared for.
‘ELVES ARE MYTHICAL BEINGS, YOU FUCKING SLAG! I’M AVERAGE HEIGHT!! LOOK AT YOUR ARMS… PROBABLY NOT EVEN TWELVE INCHES!! I’LL BENCH-PRESS YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!’
He let out a high-pitched shriek as he launched himself up over the counter, leaping on to the woman’s back and then bit down hard on her ear. She screamed in agony as she fought to shake him off, but her arms couldn’t reach back far enough to get a hold of him. She thrashed around violently, throwing herself backwards into various shelves in order to get him off of her, but with his legs wrapped around her waist, and his hands covering her eyes, she was fucked.
‘SANDRA, HELP! FUCKING HELP! THIS THING IS BITING ME!’ She cried out to her assistant, who was now running up from the back of the store with a CO2 fire extinguisher in hand. ‘WENDY, HOLD ON!’ With nerves of steel, Sandra calmly took up an isosceles stance, pulled the pin on the extinguisher, and steadied her breathing. As she took aim, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. she lined up the nozzle and Wendy pivoted around to face her, bringing Branch into sight. ‘Freeze, you pumped up piece of shit’. Branch took the full blast of the CO2 right in his gruesome little face, and the force of it took him clean off of Wendy’s back and into a stack of Mutant whey protein. Wendy fell to her knees, clutching her bloodied ear and began to sob. Suddenly, the tubs of protein began to shake. It was Branch… he was getting back up. ‘FINISH HIM!’ Wendy screamed. Sandra didn’t hesitate: she emptied the rest of the extinguisher up and down the entire length of his childlike body, freezing him where he stood. He looked every inch the ambassador for Mutant whey, posing next to the tubs like a little gargoyle with his face paralyzed in a contorted expression of fury.
Terrified that I might end up arrested and forced to pay damages, I quickly carried him out of the shop and took him to Mcdonald’s to defrost while I had lunch. After a while he began to thaw out and regain the use of his facial muscles. I’m still a man, aren’t I? He asked me. I looked down at the sorry little figure before me and couldn’t find it in my heart to tell him the truth: ‘Of course, Branch. You’re still a man.’
He looked back up at me, his eyes still filled with tears. ‘I kill wild pigs. Honest, I do!’ I was taken aback by the sudden optimism of his tone. As though he’d just revealed something so impressive that his earlier emasculation would be immediately forgotten. ’Giant ones, with huge teeth! And… and, they’re REALLY scary! I chase them down with vicious dogs! And then I take out my giant knife and I STAB THEM!’ He suddenly became very animated and leapt up excitedly, making stabbing and slashing motions at the air with an imaginary sword. ‘SWOOSH! SLASH! En Garde!’ He cried out, as he pranced around on the balls of his feet, darting in and out like a fencer.
I stared open mouthed in shock as the tiny Texan battled an imaginary giant pig in the middle of Mcdonald’s. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I noticed a few individuals turning around to look at me as though I was somehow responsible and had deliberately encouraged a physically and intellectually stunted man to put on a show for my own amusement. Before I could ask him to sit down he jumped up onto a chair, then climbed onto the table and started bellowing out a song as if he were performing in a musical:
They call him The Braaaanch!
He’s thick as a treeeeeeee!
At home on the raaaannch!
He’s bigger than theeeee!
At that point, I didn’t know what to do so I just fucking jumped up and ran straight out the door. I ran faster than I’ve ever ran in my life. My lungs were killing me but I was determined to keep going as I heard Branch shouting in the background: ‘Wait! My little legs… I can’t keep up. Why are we running? Is it a bear?’ After a few miles, when I was sure I’d lost him, I collapsed by a park bench and caught my breath. I had a stitch that felt like my stomach was being fucked by Goodrum’s giant black penis, but I didn’t care. I vowed never to speak to Branch ever again, and I’m proud to say that I never did.
Hey guys I was just wrtiting up another great story that I wanted to share with you..................it was lost all of a sudden...........no clue as o why but I`ll redo it tomorrow as I know some of you guys will really like it.
It involves a guy in our gym that had a near death experience with a 760 pound squat.
My PC is fucking up lately.................. as I`ve stated I type with one fucking finger and was cranking this story out and 'POOF' it was gone.
Stay tuned I got more pretty good stuff if you guys are interested,and if not let me know and I`ll quit trying to write anything that bores youguys.
After the squatting incedent I alluded to, I plan on talking about how I met Chris Dickerson,Bill Grant..Jeff Poulin,Claude Rigon,Elliot Gilchrist Leon Brown,and a cool kind of story about looking for Mike Katz in New Haven Ct. back in the day................NOTIC E I SAID A COOL KIND OF STORY ........YOU`LL GET IT ONCE YOU READ IT.
Some of the above names will not be familiar to some younger cats here but look them up at musclemeory.com and you`ll see they were pretty great boybuilders.
Sorry about losing the story because it`s a good one that involves a serious strong freak named Bill Tolliver and his 760 pound squat,but no problem writing it over again.
I`ll get to it tomorrow as my typing finger is almost as tired as my jerking off hand !!
Did I say that ???
Keep in touch with yourself and let me know if I should continue along these lines........I`m talking some serious bodybuilders here..
Again give me the YAY OR NAY on whether you want more or just want me to shut the fuck up for once..............also how I met Jeff King,Artie Prince,Joe Gomes,Rich Roy,Matt Dufresne,Larry Tyler,Pat Hayes,and a bunch of other psychos and some good stuff about each one of them..........pus WWE wrestlers at our gym with Ted Arcidi.
Then IFBB pros Bill Grant,Jeff Poulin,Danny Padilla,Elliot Gilchrist,Dave Marinelli,and more............even got a short story about Bob Bednarski Olympic weighlifter in mind.
If you don`t recognize these even younger names hit musclemory.com again as I`m talking some very serious bodybuilders who were legendary in their day.
Here`s a story where I was the biggest asshole in bodybuilding !
I`m usually a real mellow guy but when I get pissed off I really get pissed off.
This is one of the times where I really got pissed......I`m still pissed off about this to this fucking day actually LOL :D
As most of you guys who know me from being on here for a fucking eternity are aware that I`ve done a veritable shitload of contests.
Well at most of these contests I either flew or took a bus............never liked driving far and cramping up with no food,water,rest,etc. etc.......... plus I usually travelled all by myself....... no friends,my wife hates the long drawn out hours long contests and some are held over a 2 day period so she usually stays home...........no entourage unless it was a close by local show or something like that...............it felt kind of like the loneliness of the long distance runner type of thing...............trav elling light but on a mission all by myself,but I always used this type of self isolation during all of my contest preps to avoid disitractions and to keep me focused.
Bear with me,I know I`m rambling! :)
It was 2012 and I had joined gh15`s board as most of you guys know........I learned a lot of shit about using gear from some of those guy esspecially the British dudes on there.
Anyway,I never used huge dosages except when at the peak of a cycle then after a few weeks I`d taper back down to a lower dosage..........still by most standards today,I was almost completly natural. :)
I was never one to rely soleley on drugs,,only used them as a training aid and as a means to an end.........I liked training too much to just be a lazy fuck and once I flipped that switch in my head,I could stick to a mean ass Spartanlike eating regimen most of the time while never cheating on my diet. With my shitty genetics I felt the need to be stricter than some guys might have been just to look credible and halfway decent on stage.
Some of these bus rides are excrutiateingly long,boring,tedious.........and the bus is full of fat smelly fucks with screaming kids.
I usually did multiple contests in a row but this year I was going for my pro-card in the NABBA USA Nationals............... ............I had seen the guy who won it last year and I knew that being 57 with my newfound knowledge of gear usage I would be hard to beat especially since I didn`t have to be huge as NABBA does height classes as opposed to weight classes........great for a smaller guy like me.
OK,I`ll get to the friggin point dammit! LOL :D
The contest was in York Pa.,I had a layover in Binghampton N.Y..............when I`m changing busses I always make it a point to wait outside as busses leave and arrive and I listen intently for the announcments of the arirvals and departures because if I miss that bus,I`m completly fucked...............all that work would be for nothing.
I`m waiting in Binghampton sitting outside,I see a bus arrive going to NYC,no announcement other than departing for NYC....................s ame thing happens again a few hours later..another bus going to NYC.............meanwhil e I had inquired a zillion times when the York Pa. bus would be arriving.
After the second bus to NYC leaves I go back inside and ask again then the guy tells me that both NYC busses stop in York Pa,,mind you he never announced it and never told me this the many times I asked the fuckhead.
I was in a long line of passengers at the ticket line and I was just fucking stunned................. ...all I did for about 2 whole minutes was to stare at this fat mutherfucker behind the couner........I said nothing and he just sat there with his head down.
COFFEE
This is a well written and interesting story. I was expecting a bigger ending though. But, non-fiction is real life. Not everything ends with a bang in reality. To my way of thinking you weren't the biggest asshole. The guy selling the tickets was.Thanks Prime,he was at fault but denied it vehemently.
Thanks Prime,he was at fault but denied it vehemently.
If it was on me I would have owned up to it...........I have/had nothing to lie about.
The better man always owns up to their own mistakes. There are very few better men these days.Tell me about it bud,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,few and far between these days.
Central City Gym :
One day while me and Harris were training at the "Y" we met this kid named Roger in a blue bandana and red tank top who told us he was from Connecticut and that he would soon be opening a gym here in the city of Springfied.
We looked at each other and were both thinking this guy`s full of shit !!
But not ,long after that,true to his word, Roger did indeed open up a new gym right in the seedy pimp and hooker infested part of downtown Springfield.
This really,freaked us out and once we saw the place we knew that was where we`d be training from now on.
Pretty big building,tons of dumbells and Olympic sets lots of heavy duty Jubinville training equipment............ some of which we never saw before in person..............we were pumped to get started.
After hearing the news and checking out the gym,most of the guys who were anybody at the YMCA soon joined Rogers gym and the "Y" became a veritable ghost town.
Somehow I felt disloyal like a traitor abandoning an old friend or something but that feeling didn`t last very long once we got busy training at Rogers.
Roger called the gym Central City Gym,I didn`t like it much, but who cared,it was new and fresh...........and most of all,we needed a new atmosphere after training for so long at that old dungeon of a YMCA day after boring day..........you guys know how it gets sometimes.
To make the story more concise,I` m going to skip over the non-esential bullshit and tell you that Roger moved the gym on two more occasions.........both same downtown Springfield but to slghtly better conditions and he always got new and better training equipment which kept things fresh and exciting as far as getting bored or stale went.
We all pitched in to help him make the moves.The second location was just for a short stay on a second floor office type building,the third location was down into the Italian/Puerto Rican area we called The South End.
Lots of real Italian gangsters and their families and lots of poor Puerto Ricans moving drugs and doing crime.
Just like neighborhood !!
Well it was at this,the South End location where I met a teen age kid named Jeff King,another kid named Rich Roy,then there was a huge Black kid from Boston called Arthur "Artie" Prince,Chris Aceto,LarryTyler,Rick Sampson ( NOW thats a true bodybyuulinding name huh ) LOL ;D and a bunch of other great guys who along with the old "Y" crew would soon make that little gym into more than just a gym..................it would become the East Coast Mecca of bodybuilding............ .......much like Diamond Gym was in Jersey and Tom Minichiellos Mid-City Heath Club was in NYC.
There was another locally well known bodybuilder training there who was a former hockey player and a good one too.........Pat Hayes,I knew Pat from the old YMCA and he had a killer physique...........the best build in town easy other than Dave Mass of course who had since moved out to become a trainer to the stars in Venice Beach California;
Pat Hayes was the big fish in the small pond now since Dave Mass cut out.
Me and Pat were always cool for years and during his workouts,he would stay high from smoking Pot............his fucking eyes would be so bloodshot it was insane and he was always fucking baked and I mean all the time...........never saw him straight in my life..... just reminded you of Sean Penn in Fast Times At Ridgemont High or some shit.......he was a stoner,but he looked fucking awesome.
Well those guys and a few others unmentioned because I`d be typing for years, formed the nucleus of our gym.
Harris had joined the Marine Corps and I was training with this kid named Glen Clark.............good kid............great arms and shoulders,great quads and calves,but the most patheticlly weird torso you had ever seen.
Weird side story bout how I met Glen..............it was strange!!
Well as I mentioned,Harris joined the Marines and the rest of our little United Nations type crew of guys along with myself kept up the tradition of training had,but nobody trained with more intensity than I did.
One day this kid walks up to me and introduces himself to me and says he wants to train with me he knew Harris was gone.............says it would be a true fucking honor to train with me.
I felt like Marlon fucking Brando in the Godfather or some shit............I thought he was gonna genuflect and kiss my ring or something............. but I told him yes that he could train with me but we weren`t gonna fuck round...............it was balls to the walls or nothing at all .
One more tiny sidenote,Pat Hayes hated Glen Clarks guts for some reason........it appeared that they both grew up in the same neighborhood of town.................... an area called Sixteen Acres.
OK now that you know he cast of most of the characters.............. . most of these guys who were training hard were starting to compete and kick ass on stage but first, we are going to move Central City Gym to it`s last location............than k God because moving that gym was a pain in the ass.
We all got together and moved the gym into the Forest Park area of town at a busy intersection everyone called The "X" !!
Got to skip over a lot but we can come back to all that because we live on this fucking board so we know we aren`t going anywhere too exciting................ ................I`m not anyway........unfortunat ely !! :)
There are things now that were happening that I cannot talk about......I did one other time online when I had a forum of my own and caught a ration of shit about it so lets just say that things went a little South and this guy named Rick Britt who was a serious powerlifter was opening up a new gym directly across the "X" from Central City Gym............I mean right across the street.
Rick owned a window cleaning company as well as a tanning salon that he and his wife owned together..........now he would own a gym.
First it was tiny little place, but due to those other circumstances I can`t talk about,we all went over and started training at Ricks gym which caused him to end up buying this whole huge building that went all around the corner and down the street a bit........place was huge, and had all glass in the front..........in the winter it was so steamed up from all the animals training that you couldn`t even see through the glass.
At first called it The Springfield Barbell Club,then not long afterwards he called it Big Daddys Gym and that gym became even better than Central City Gym.......we were voted best hardcore gym in the county for 2 years in a row and we had some guys there that were winning big National and Intentional level contests.
I believe Roger sold Central City and moved to Florida.,Central City was now the ghost town except for the fact that there was a big huge monstrous Samoan kid who still trained there.
I gotta try to set the stage here a little it........although this kid is gonna sound he looked like and he looked like one too a serious cartoon characher,I swear to you this is how he looked and how he lifted.
WERE TALKING BIG HERE!!
This guy had to be round 6 foot 6 inches tall,weighing over 300 pounds easy,bodyfat percentage similar to a guy a few weeks out from a contest.........huge everywhre but what truly stood out on the guy were his deltoids.........they didn`t look like the ften talked bout cannonball delt look,they looked like basketballs....seriously huge delts which made him look even more impressive as he had a pretty small waist and a bodybuilders body but he trained mostly as a powerlifter............j ust a big strong and very quiet kid no one really seemed to ever get to know really well, but we all knew him just from training in the 2 gyms here.
His name was Bill Tolliver......if you want to,you can call him "Big" Bill Tolliver................ ...it wouldn`t even be a fitting title but he seemed to be needed to be called something else because this fuckers physique was off the chain and almost godlike........he was that big and impressive looking.
SORRY BOUT THE TYPING KEYBOARD IS FUCKING UP
OK,here`s where we begin a short saga which almost ended permanantly for Bill Tolliver unfortuntely for him............but he go lucky.,...............real fucking lucky!!
Lets call it a Monday.......who the fuck knows but it sounds OK.
So it`s a Monday even though it isn`t and Bill Tolliver has a big squatting session scheduled for that "Monday" !!
One problem,it was gonna be for a new PR and their was nobody over at Central City sill left that was capable of giving him a spot.
So he strides across he street and tells another really big guy........Walt Garwacki and his buddy John Longo that he needs a spot on squats.........not a problem Big Bill..............not a problem.
I actually witnessed what was about to happen next.....I honestly hope I can describe it well enough for you guys to dig the enormity of just what is gonna happen in a few sets time.
KEYBOARD AGAIN....SORRY GUYS.
Anyway Tolliver warms up with various poundages and soon until after all the increasing increments over time are made he had just done a 700 pound squat like it was a fucking toy Tonka truck he was lifting.
So now he throws on 760 pounds........never squatted this much but since he`s go a few big dudes for spotting and a whole gym full of like minded psychos screaming at him he figured what the fuck.................... ........time to SQUAT.
Bar is loaded onto a normal power rack.........old school shit no step type rack or cage just steel bars with holes in it for pins, bolted into the floor, and bolted with a few pieces of steel at the top right into the gym wall.................... .just in case !!
OK Tolliver shoulders the bar after chalking his sweatshirt,the bar itself,and his hands...............the gym is silent except for the occasional word of encouragment shouted out by someone......he walks the bar out,remember now,he is just facing the rack...............not in a cage..........has big Walt Garwacki and John Longo on either side of him and Big Daddy himself Rick Britt behind him.
He has no problem walking backwards at all.........in fact it looked light,he gets set,takes in a huge gulp of air,drops ass and slowly and controlled lowers himself down then blows the weight out of the hole like it was a fucking rocket.................. .....no problem at all...........looked like he could do a lot more and if I knew him jus tthe little bit that I did,he more than likely was.
Here`s where this shit gets sticky !!
As he is walking the wight back to return it to the pins on the outside of the power rack,he has no problem,the guys are walking in with him just in case doing some good spotting.
Once he starts to return the weight to the rack itself,he begins to look a bit weird.
He gets the right side of the bar onto the pin no problem................t hen as he gets set to return the left side of the bar to the opposite pin in the rack,his finger gets caught between the pin and the bar with...... 760 fucking pounds on it.................no clue how he fucked this up but it is what it is.
He starts to panic as his finger is getting crushed which in turn causes him to lose the left side of the heavily loaded barbell................. .......the right side is racked on the pin per normal but now he drops the left side which in turn strarts to make the right side "pull" itself if you will towards the floor................... .his finger is literally fucking mangled,he turns to walk away while looking at his mangled mitt.................... ..while he is walking away just as you or I would do..............just a normal pace walking away from the power rack with our back turned away from it.,the whole 760 pounds is falling and it tears those 2 pieces of iron that I mentioned earlier right out of the upper wall.................... .............then as it falls forward it rips the fucking power rack right out of the floor................... ....mind you Big Bill sees none of this he`s casually stepping away still worried about his finger.
All of a sudden that power rack came down with the force of that 760 pound barbell yanking on it ...........it was moving and there was no stopping it now..............it crashed down and sounded like a fucking explosion just missing Tollivers head..................he was still just slowly walking away oblivious to what was happening with the iron rack with 760 pounds pulling on it...................... .......reminded me of a giant mouse trap snapping closed a a high rate of speed with lots of power...............if he had taken just one step less while walking,that rack which came down hard trust me, would have squashed him like the proverbial bug on a windshield.
As it was, after it hit the floor,years of chalk dust floated up and into the air like a fucking nuclear mushroom cloud !!
Never saw anything like it before or since.............Big Bill Tolliver almost did his last squat that day............. and it was by mere inches that he didn`t get turned into Big Squished Tolliver.
That`s all she wrote,.............sorry about my almost brand fucking new computer fucking up but I promise not to smash this one like I did the last 3 I had on here. :)
I read the whole fucking thing no prob. Man up people.Thanks brother,I was hoping people would enjoy it but oh well.
Thanks brother,I was hoping people would enjoy it but oh well.we do Emjoy it.esp that part earlier where you remindee Everyone that you used to be a elf 😀
Thanks brother,I was hoping people would enjoy it but oh well.
I’m surprised Samir Bannout didn’t come up in these stories yet.I never met Samir so I got nothing!!
THE FIRST AND ONLY TIME I SAW BOYER COE WHEN I WAS A TEEN COMING UP NEXT.................... ....................we going waaaaaaaaaaaaaay back on this one. ;D
I got the same impression about him , he was the guest poser in a show that my wife competed in , He was shouting stupid shit from the back of the auditorium ,laughing being disrespectful to the competitors , he was huge his hamstrings were insane. I took this pic
Story! Tell us story, grampa! ;) (Btw, you're only old enough to be my father, Tim, seeing as how I'm only 112 years-old ;) .)I`m still a kid bro !!
Story! Tell us story, grampa! ;) (Btw, you're only old enough to be my father, Tim, seeing as how I'm only 112 years-old ;) .)
Right. Boyer was born in 1946. His first ever bodybuilding contest was in '62 and he didn't hit the big time until the '70's. Technically, a person would have to be born around 1957 - 58 to have been a teenager when Boyer a major bodybuilder. Who knew Wes is so young. :oI was born in 1955 but who`s counting ? :LOL :D
THE FIRST AND ONLY TIME I SAW BOYER COE WHEN I WAS A TEEN COMING UP NEXT.................... ....................we going waaaaaaaaaaaaaay back on this one. ;D
I remember John Hansen’s recent interview with Boyer and he seemed very well spoken and honest.Nice guy............even Boyer is a kid in this upcoming story. :)
Central City Gym :
One day while me and Harris were training at the "Y" we met this kid named Roger in a blue bandana and red tank top who told us he was from Connecticut and that he would soon be opening a gym here in the city of Springfied.
We looked at each other and were both thinking this guy`s full of shit !!
But not ,long after that,true to his word, Roger did indeed open up a new gym right in the seedy pimp and hooker infested part of downtown Springfield.
This really,freaked us out and once we saw the place we knew that was where we`d be training from now on.
Pretty big building,tons of dumbells and Olympic sets lots of heavy duty Jubinville training equipment............ some of which we never saw before in person..............we were pumped to get started.
After hearing the news and checking out the gym,most of the guys who were anybody at the YMCA soon joined Rogers gym and the "Y" became a veritable ghost town.
Somehow I felt disloyal like a traitor abandoning an old friend or something but that feeling didn`t last very long once we got busy training at Rogers.
Roger called the gym Central City Gym,I didn`t like it much, but who cared,it was new and fresh...........and most of all,we needed a new atmosphere after training for so long at that old dungeon of a YMCA day after boring day..........you guys know how it gets sometimes.
To make the story more concise,I` m going to skip over the non-esential bullshit and tell you that Roger moved the gym on two more occasions.........both same downtown Springfield but to slghtly better conditions and he always got new and better training equipment which kept things fresh and exciting as far as getting bored or stale went.
We all pitched in to help him make the moves.The second location was just for a short stay on a second floor office type building,the third location was down into the Italian/Puerto Rican area we called The South End.
Lots of real Italian gangsters and their families and lots of poor Puerto Ricans moving drugs and doing crime.
Just like neighborhood !!
Well it was at this,the South End location where I met a teen age kid named Jeff King,another kid named Rich Roy,then there was a huge Black kid from Boston called Arthur "Artie" Prince,Chris Aceto,LarryTyler,Rick Sampson ( NOW thats a true bodybyuulinding name huh ) LOL ;D and a bunch of other great guys who along with the old "Y" crew would soon make that little gym into more than just a gym..................it would become the East Coast Mecca of bodybuilding............ .......much like Diamond Gym was in Jersey and Tom Minichiellos Mid-City Heath Club was in NYC.
There was another locally well known bodybuilder training there who was a former hockey player and a good one too.........Pat Hayes,I knew Pat from the old YMCA and he had a killer physique...........the best build in town easy other than Dave Mass of course who had since moved out to become a trainer to the stars in Venice Beach California;
Pat Hayes was the big fish in the small pond now since Dave Mass cut out.
Me and Pat were always cool for years and during his workouts,he would stay high from smoking Pot............his fucking eyes would be so bloodshot it was insane and he was always fucking baked and I mean all the time...........never saw him straight in my life..... just reminded you of Sean Penn in Fast Times At Ridgemont High or some shit.......he was a stoner,but he looked fucking awesome.
Well those guys and a few others unmentioned because I`d be typing for years, formed the nucleus of our gym.
Harris had joined the Marine Corps and I was training with this kid named Glen Clark.............good kid............great arms and shoulders,great quads and calves,but the most patheticlly weird torso you had ever seen.
Weird side story bout how I met Glen..............it was strange!!
Well as I mentioned,Harris joined the Marines and the rest of our little United Nations type crew of guys along with myself kept up the tradition of training had,but nobody trained with more intensity than I did.
One day this kid walks up to me and introduces himself to me and says he wants to train with me he knew Harris was gone.............says it would be a true fucking honor to train with me.
I felt like Marlon fucking Brando in the Godfather or some shit............I thought he was gonna genuflect and kiss my ring or something............. but I told him yes that he could train with me but we weren`t gonna fuck round...............it was balls to the walls or nothing at all .
One more tiny sidenote,Pat Hayes hated Glen Clarks guts for some reason........it appeared that they both grew up in the same neighborhood of town.................... an area called Sixteen Acres.
OK now that you know he cast of most of the characters.............. . most of these guys who were training hard were starting to compete and kick ass on stage but first, we are going to move Central City Gym to it`s last location............than k God because moving that gym was a pain in the ass.
We all got together and moved the gym into the Forest Park area of town at a busy intersection everyone called The "X" !!
Got to skip over a lot but we can come back to all that because we live on this fucking board so we know we aren`t going anywhere too exciting................ ................I`m not anyway........unfortunat ely !! :)
There are things now that were happening that I cannot talk about......I did one other time online when I had a forum of my own and caught a ration of shit about it so lets just say that things went a little South and this guy named Rick Britt who was a serious powerlifter was opening up a new gym directly across the "X" from Central City Gym............I mean right across the street.
Rick owned a window cleaning company as well as a tanning salon that he and his wife owned together..........now he would own a gym.
First it was tiny little place, but due to those other circumstances I can`t talk about,we all went over and started training at Ricks gym which caused him to end up buying this whole huge building that went all around the corner and down the street a bit........place was huge, and had all glass in the front..........in the winter it was so steamed up from all the animals training that you couldn`t even see through the glass.
At first called it The Springfield Barbell Club,then not long afterwards he called it Big Daddys Gym and that gym became even better than Central City Gym.......we were voted best hardcore gym in the county for 2 years in a row and we had some guys there that were winning big National and Intentional level contests.
I believe Roger sold Central City and moved to Florida.,Central City was now the ghost town except for the fact that there was a big huge monstrous Samoan kid who still trained there.
I gotta try to set the stage here a little it........although this kid is gonna sound he looked like and he looked like one too a serious cartoon characher,I swear to you this is how he looked and how he lifted.
WERE TALKING BIG HERE!!
This guy had to be round 6 foot 6 inches tall,weighing over 300 pounds easy,bodyfat percentage similar to a guy a few weeks out from a contest.........huge everywhre but what truly stood out on the guy were his deltoids.........they didn`t look like the ften talked bout cannonball delt look,they looked like basketballs....seriously huge delts which made him look even more impressive as he had a pretty small waist and a bodybuilders body but he trained mostly as a powerlifter............j ust a big strong and very quiet kid no one really seemed to ever get to know really well, but we all knew him just from training in the 2 gyms here.
His name was Bill Tolliver......if you want to,you can call him "Big" Bill Tolliver................ ...it wouldn`t even be a fitting title but he seemed to be needed to be called something else because this fuckers physique was off the chain and almost godlike........he was that big and impressive looking.
SORRY BOUT THE TYPING KEYBOARD IS FUCKING UP
OK,here`s where we begin a short saga which almost ended permanantly for Bill Tolliver unfortuntely for him............but he go lucky.,...............real fucking lucky!!
Lets call it a Monday.......who the fuck knows but it sounds OK.
So it`s a Monday even though it isn`t and Bill Tolliver has a big squatting session scheduled for that "Monday" !!
One problem,it was gonna be for a new PR and their was nobody over at Central City sill left that was capable of giving him a spot.
So he strides across he street and tells another really big guy........Walt Garwacki and his buddy John Longo that he needs a spot on squats.........not a problem Big Bill..............not a problem.
I actually witnessed what was about to happen next.....I honestly hope I can describe it well enough for you guys to dig the enormity of just what is gonna happen in a few sets time.
KEYBOARD AGAIN....SORRY GUYS.
Anyway Tolliver warms up with various poundages and soon until after all the increasing increments over time are made he had just done a 700 pound squat like it was a fucking toy Tonka truck he was lifting.
So now he throws on 760 pounds........never squatted this much but since he`s go a few big dudes for spotting and a whole gym full of like minded psychos screaming at him he figured what the fuck.................... ........time to SQUAT.
Bar is loaded onto a normal power rack.........old school shit no step type rack or cage just steel bars with holes in it for pins, bolted into the floor, and bolted with a few pieces of steel at the top right into the gym wall.................... .just in case !!
OK Tolliver shoulders the bar after chalking his sweatshirt,the bar itself,and his hands...............the gym is silent except for the occasional word of encouragment shouted out by someone......he walks the bar out,remember now,he is just facing the rack...............not in a cage..........has big Walt Garwacki and John Longo on either side of him and Big Daddy himself Rick Britt behind him.
He has no problem walking backwards at all.........in fact it looked light,he gets set,takes in a huge gulp of air,drops ass and slowly and controlled lowers himself down then blows the weight out of the hole like it was a fucking rocket.................. .....no problem at all...........looked like he could do a lot more and if I knew him jus tthe little bit that I did,he more than likely was.
Here`s where this shit gets sticky !!
As he is walking the wight back to return it to the pins on the outside of the power rack,he has no problem,the guys are walking in with him just in case doing some good spotting.
Once he starts to return the weight to the rack itself,he begins to look a bit weird.
He gets the right side of the bar onto the pin no problem................t hen as he gets set to return the left side of the bar to the opposite pin in the rack,his finger gets caught between the pin and the bar with...... 760 fucking pounds on it.................no clue how he fucked this up but it is what it is.
He starts to panic as his finger is getting crushed which in turn causes him to lose the left side of the heavily loaded barbell................. .......the right side is racked on the pin per normal but now he drops the left side which in turn strarts to make the right side "pull" itself if you will towards the floor................... .his finger is literally fucking mangled,he turns to walk away while looking at his mangled mitt.................... ..while he is walking away just as you or I would do..............just a normal pace walking away from the power rack with our back turned away from it.,the whole 760 pounds is falling and it tears those 2 pieces of iron that I mentioned earlier right out of the upper wall.................... .............then as it falls forward it rips the fucking power rack right out of the floor................... ....mind you Big Bill sees none of this he`s casually stepping away still worried about his finger.
All of a sudden that power rack came down with the force of that 760 pound barbell yanking on it ...........it was moving and there was no stopping it now..............it crashed down and sounded like a fucking explosion just missing Tollivers head..................he was still just slowly walking away oblivious to what was happening with the iron rack with 760 pounds pulling on it...................... .......reminded me of a giant mouse trap snapping closed a a high rate of speed with lots of power...............if he had taken just one step less while walking,that rack which came down hard trust me, would have squashed him like the proverbial bug on a windshield.
As it was, after it hit the floor,years of chalk dust floated up and into the air like a fucking nuclear mushroom cloud !!
Never saw anything like it before or since.............Big Bill Tolliver almost did his last squat that day............. and it was by mere inches that he didn`t get turned into Big Squished Tolliver.
That`s all she wrote,.............sorry about my almost brand fucking new computer fucking up but I promise not to smash this one like I did the last 3 I had on here. :)
When I met Tom in his prime, one thing I remembered was he had very small hands. Baby hands. No offense, I'm just saying. 5'8 huge asf. Baby hands.
Right. Boyer was born in 1946. His first ever bodybuilding contest was in '62 and he didn't hit the big time until the '70's. Technically, a person would have to be born around 1957 - 58 to have been a teenager when Boyer a major bodybuilder. Who knew Wes is so young. :o
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Before I write that up,I have to try to get the years correct............it`s tough getting old!!
I was still in my teens and it was my first contest ever and one I do not like to talk about it at all. ;D
When I met Tom in his prime, one thing I remembered was he had very small hands. Baby hands. No offense, I'm just saying. 5'8 huge asf. Baby hands.
Found a picture from that contest, not too shabby Wes!
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Wtf are you talking about? Dudes hands were the size of canned hams. Biggest hands I ever seen.
Yes,I look almost grainy in that shot! ;D
Hahaha, there's something so enfeebling about men with baby hands. Brutal disability.
you have a mental disability . . . platz is a bodybuilding legendThe only thing smaller than his hands is your brain, 'DooM', you fat fucking Teletubby.
The only thing smaller than his hands is your brain, 'DooM', you fat fucking Teletubby.
'Go heavy or go home.'
What a dork.
P.S. Wes, throw in a few stories about these crazy strippers you used to work with, if you have the time.
the only ' phd ' you have is in sucking black c.cock you retarded gimmick
its only gay if someone finds out ;D
i dont really like 'shemales' but do like ladboys and traps, the sex they give is on another level plus they lots fun and can suck dick like no gg can
if u gonna bang a ladyboy best not think of whether it 'gay' or not,
also i like em natural no tits no ops, is how most are anyway in thailand and fillipines and usually prettier than most women too
Indeed. I conducted ethnographic research in which I sucked black genitalia as part of my thesis for my PHD.
you're the one who should be worrying about aids tests , you routinely take black c.ock up your stretched ass as part of your ' research ' . . . ::)
8)Nice pic Wes , u lol great there
LOLLOLLOL. 'DooM' gets exposed by his own words as a heterosexual who enjoys sex with pre-op transsexuals (literally just ladyboys) in developing, poorer countries and his response is 'no, you do!'
What a mess you are, 'DooM'. Just a muscular, large-handed mess.
'DooM' as a child:
looks like i hit a nerve . . . bitch :D
Nice pic Wes , u lol great thereThanks Steve,I appreciate the compliment goomba.
Stellar abs
c in Pittsburgh.Thanks Steve,I appreciate the compliment goomba.
I found a shitoad of old pics I had online.........some are resized and kind of small and others were deleted by a pic hosting site unfortunately.
Gotta dig through my stuff here at home one of these days soon..........lots of pics.
Here`s one of me and Bob Chic in Pittsburgh.
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Yes, 'DooM', that's clearly what happened. Here's what definitely didn't happen: Wiggs wrote something funny about Platz, I laughed at it, and you then experienced a wave of indignation so strong that you temporarily forgot that you are a raving homosexual. You then logged in with your withered Jeremy Beadle-like hands and threw some homosexual insults, which then backfired on you lol. Fuck off and stop ruining Wes's thread now.
Was under the impression wigga was talking about Tom Prince. Not platz.1ą. I don't typically take notice of dudes hands aside from noticing Prince. Just happened to.notice they looked like bricks when doing that "thumbs up" thing posing for a picture w a fan
Yes, 'DooM', that's clearly what happened. Here's what definitely didn't happen: Wiggs wrote something funny about Platz, I laughed at it, and you then experienced a wave of indignation so strong that you temporarily forgot that you are a raving homosexual. You then logged in with your withered Jeremy Beadle-like hands and threw some homosexual insults, which then backfired on you lol. Fuck off and stop ruining Wes's thread now.
' homosexual insults ' ? ??? is that what you call it . . ? i was merely highlighting the nature of your so-called ' phd ' and your field of expertise
You cannot be a Republican and a Faggooot... Make up your mind.. lol
Thanks guys more to come then DAMMIT !! ;D
Tape my best lifts were heavy for me but I cannot imagine squatting with 760 pounds.................. ..that is a LOT of FUCKING weight.
Personally,and this doesn`t apply to everyone as we area ll different in so many ways,I would recommend mixing up reps and set schemes but as a general rule of thumb,I don`t think a person could go wrong pyramiding up in weight as sets increase while decreasing reps...................6-8 and 8-12 reps is cool for the average guy IMO
Speaking solely for me, and this was a huge mistake I made, but knowing me as I do, I`d probably do it the same stupid way because I like training heavy as well as going for a good pump..............3-5 reps would be the lowest I`d go on bigger lifts and 8-15 on other exercises.
Of course it all varies for a guy like me..............I mix shit up like crazy as I do not like being bored and if I get bored,I change things up fast to try to alleviate this boredom.
If you don`t like what you`re doing,chances are you`re not going to do it.
Be consistant in your training
Eat correctly for your goal (s)
Work hard.............a forgotton step in training these days
Get enough rest and water...........you only grow while at rest/sleep
Anyones best bet is to find out like most guys here who stuck with it do is by trial and error over time..................yo u make a lot of mistakes along the way but that`s how you learn, and that`s why they put erasers on fucking pencils! :)
Pretty glad not to hear you say 5x5 is where the magic is, big guys lift big weights, etc. Heavy programs just grind me into time off. Wish I could tolerate them but I'm built for beauty. ;DI had a lot of great training partners but have also trained alone for considerable periods of time...............both are good as long as motivation and enthusiasm remain high.
That said, think I'll still throw in a heavy set on big lifts each session, or maybe have a heavy day per week. Got to have some stories tell.
I know what you mean about having something exciting to keep you coming back. I find myself really looking forward to calisthenics and seeing progress with the cross, planche, and lever. I train solo at home so finding that motivation to kick ass is important. I like not having to travel and deal with gym bs but I envy you all the good partners you had and legends you met who kept you going strong.
I had a lot of great training partners but have also trained alone for considerable periods of time...............both are good as long as motivation and enthusiasm remain high.
Keep doing what works for you Tape and do what you enjoy,but work hard at it.
Back in 1992,I had once again amassed a good solid year of training under my belt after a long period of drinking and partying and never even thinking about a barbell.,,,,,,not even for a split second.GREAT STORIES WES,,,KEEP EM COMING,,,DUFRENSE HAD INCREDIBLE BUILD .LAST PIC CASEY KUTCHURACK IN MIDDLE WAS A BEAST HE TRAINED OCCASSINALLY SAME GYM AS ME BACK IN EARLY 90'S HE LOOKED SKINNED YR ROUND...
Partying to me was simply a day today existance by this time................it was far from a good time anymore..........it seemed the party was over for this kid.
Back to the drawing board............. hopefully for the last time.
So I once again I put it in the rear view mirror and had gotten some hard earned muscle back on my ever changing physique.
At this time I was training with my twin cousins Jim and John Staples again and we were practically living in the gym and training like animals 6 days a week.
My cousins being much younger than me were really impressed by a young kid who worked at the desk of the gym..........Matt Dufresne.
Matt was a skinny kid when I first met him at the gym a few years earlier,but he was piling on muscle like there was no tomorrow lately.
Matt was seeing the daughter of Big Daddys Gym owner Rick Britt and this is how he got the deskjob.
Being around guys like Jeff King and Rich Roy among others ,was a very conducive training atmosphere and great for making progress in some minor way almost on a continuous basis.
One leg day me and the twins were squatting like animals.....lots of weight and lots of full deep sets.
All of a sudden Matt is standing behind us yelling for us to train hard and to squeeze out another rep or two.
The entire gym was like that,everybody pushing and spotting each other........ exorting one another to eke out a few more hard reps.
As time passed Matt won a ton of big contests and me and my cousins moved down to Port St. Lucie Florida.
While I lived in Florida I continued to train,got a good job and then started competing down there.
I had two years under my belt by now,and entered the local show ........................ ..The Treasure Coast BB championships.........I never hung around to see how I placed because I didn`t need a crystal ball to know that while I had gotten in pretty good condition,I wasn`t bringing home anything home today except my tired body.
I regrouped,went back in a year,placed extremely well in the same contest,then I did a bunch of different contests all over the South East coast of Florida placing well or winning my class in all of them.
I was on a roll and feeling pretty good about myself considering where I had been just two years earlier.
One morning while getting ready for work,my then fiance`of two years says to me out of a clear blue sky that she was leaving and moving in with her daughter.
Well if that happened to me these days,I`d tell her not to let the screen door hit her where the good lord split her !!
But back then,it was a devastating blow to me, moreso because I had no idea why she wanted to leave.
We both had good jobs,had a great house,car,and had never had one single argument the whole time we were together.
After some time and deep thinking,I decided to go back to Springfield..........fuc k these crazy ass women.
So I got my shit together,shipped all of my trophies to an old buddies house back home, and hit the road.
Once I got back home to Springfield it was kind of like going from the frying pan into the fire because I made plans to stay with my ex-wife.
While there, I would get busy looking for a job as I knew the longer I stayed there,the more I would remember why she was my ex-wife instead of my wife.
Meanwhile I had about 20 dollars to my name and wasn`t anxious to lose all of my regained muscle size for yet another time.
Then I got a brainstorm of an idea !!
I remembered hearing that Matt Dufresne had opened up a Golds Gym in Springfield so I said fuck it,I`m going to give him a call.
This wasn`t easy for me to do because I hate asking anybody for help, but finding a job wasn`t panning out s fast as I hoped it would.
I gave Matt a call even though I hadn`t seen him in at least 5 years or more.
We were always friends but were never buddy buddy types of friends.......w never hung out together,we just trained at the gym.
Lucky for me that on the morning I called Golds Gym and asked for Matt,the camaraderie that we had in the gym was still alive outside of the gym.
Without hesitation,Matt said no problem wes,just come up anytime you`re ready.
Because my ex lived in West Springfield,and Matts gym was in East Springfield and I hadn`t seen this much snow in the last 4 years it was gonna be a hell of a commute to the gym everyday.
I got up at 5 AM,took 2 busses in the snow to the gym,worked out hard,then took 2 busses back home.
When I saw Matt for the first time I had brought up some pics of a few contests that I had did while living in Florida,he was sunned when he saw them as the last time I bumped into him,I wasn`t doing so well.
Anyway,he told me I looked great and especially good at the Southern States contest whree I hd won my class,then he asked who I trained with and he freaked out at learning that my cousins were still training hard.
One more question he asked me before I left that day was who was my trainer and nutritionalist......I just laughed and told him some guy named Tim Wescott helped me out!
Now I know Matt didn`t give me a million dollars but he just as well may have because I trained there for free for almost 3 months and he never said a word except that he was glad to have me there as a member.
Great guy who almost outdid his boyhood idol Jeff King.........I`ll never forget his kindness when I really needed a hand.
Matt DuFresne
1985
Teen Mr America - AAU, Overall Winner
Teen Mr America - AAU, Medium, 1st
1986
Junior Mr America - AAU, Short, 2nd
1987
Mr America - AAU, Short, 3rd
Junior Mr America - AAU, Short, 1st
1988
Mr USA - AAU, Overall Winner
Mr USA - AAU, Short, 1st
1989
Mr America - AAU, Overall Winner
Mr America - AAU, Short, 1st
Mr Universe - NABBA, Overall Winner
Mr Universe - NABBA, Short, 1st
I had a lot of great training partners but have also trained alone for considerable periods of time...............both are good as long as motivation and enthusiasm remain high.
Keep doing what works for you Tape and do what you enjoy,but work hard at it.
GREAT STORIES WES,,,KEEP EM COMING,,,DUFRENSE HAD INCREDIBLE BUILD .LAST PIC CASEY KUTCHURACK IN MIDDLE WAS A BEAST HE TRAINED OCCASSINALLY SAME GYM AS ME BACK IN EARLY 90'S HE LOOKED SKINNED YR ROUND...Thanks Steve.............Casey was an animal.
I had one very crappy training partner. My friend asked to workout with me. I agreed to it even though he is half my size. Too much time was spent loading and unloading the weight. In addition, he mostly whined and complained. Needless to say, I was relieved when he stopped working out.One to two days would have been all I gave him.
One to two days would have been all I gave him.
I never let anyone screw up my training.
In fact I think I`ll write bout some of the people I trained with in an upcoming post in this thread.
Being the huge bastards we both we were our first thought was that Coe looked tiny.................... .like nothing at all.
NOTHING!!
Puny and weak looking or just like anybody else,nothing like we expected a all.
THEN he stood up,did some pushups and took off his Golds warmup jacket and my jaw dropped to the fucking floor !!
He looked like a fucking piece of living sculpture that had somehow came to life.
He was incredible looking........my mind was officially blown away.
Being that this thread is about assholes :D, I had the exact same experience in 1995 with Shawn Ray. He was guest posing at the Mid Florida Muscle Classic (which was 12 weeks before that year's Olympia), and before his performance he was walking around in blue jeans and a long sleeve black shirt. I thought to myself, "Holy shit, this dude is nothing in person. I must be better than I thought." About 30 minutes later, the stage lights dim and they announce him. He comes onstage and they slowly bring up the lights. The depth, detail, and dimension to that guy's physique was absolutely incredible, and I was quickly brought down to earth, even lower than I had been before. :D Words simply won't do it justice. Like I said, absolutely incredible.I hear ya Sean,looks can definitely be deceiving in this game.
Great stories Wes. I have a photo request - can you post the picture of you wearing the fanny pack & sunglasses? (AKA the coolest bodybuilding photo ever taken)I was 46 in this pic and thought I was old......WTF !! :'( :'( :'(
I was 46 in this pic and thought I was old......WTF !! :'( :'( :'(
30-31” waist?29 or 30
29 or 30GREAT MIDSECTION,even if you dont compete wes you could still have good abs
I once lost 5 inches on my waist for a contest and got it down to a legit 27 inches.
I was and still am a small boned skinny type of person.
Fucking bone structure of a hummingbird for Christs sake.
GREAT MIDSECTION,even if you dont compete wes you could still have good absThanks Steve,I`m not in great shape by any stretch of the imagination, but my waist while smooth, isn`t blown out or anything.
Thanks Steve,I`m not in great shape by any stretch of the imagination, but my waist while smooth, isn`t blown out or anything.i hope you get back,,,injuries suck then motivation,,,like to see you 75 pct back if possible
Gonnna get back into it again soon.........I almost don`t feel right not doing it.
When I told that story about visiting the Hartford Barbell Studio earlier in this thread,I remember distinctly, like it was yesterday, this big Puerto Rican guy told me to never lose my abs..................... ...he said they looked insane.
Well,I lost those bad boys.................... .........for now anyway! :)
Thanks,right now I have a few health complications to address but if I can train,I definitely will.
All the Best To YouThanks for the encouragement brother,I can most definitely use it.
Go Steady Do What you can
And Sort your Health
Keep Positive 👍🏻💪🏻
I was 46 in this pic and thought I was old......WTF !! :'( :'( :'(
I hear ya Sean,looks can definitely be deceiving in this game.
I did the Mid-Florida show in the early 90`s............,Deke Warner puts it on right.
Good to see you posting bro............brings back memories of Mayhem days!
Yup, I stand by everything I posted as true. Although I'm not a knockoff, whatever that's supposed to mean. Kevin was born in 1964. He's 55 years old and looks great these days. He's also become very successful with his international product supplement line. He's currently in Moscow as of right now doing a promotion. The dude has literally been all over the world. I've never thought of Kevin as an asshole. He's actually a quiet guy but he did use to carry himself as having a god complex.
What year did you do the Mid FL, Tim? If you're not sure, do you remember who guest posed?GEEZUS that`s a tough one.....the trophy is in my cluttered barn but I think it was 1994 because I did the Southern States in 95 and 96 then went back to Mass. in 97,flew back down and did it again in 99, so I`d say 94.
This one is truly bizarre on so many levels !! :o
I`m talking Twilight Zone level !!
I had just finished up training for the day at World Fitness,formerly Central City Gym............once again the old gym booming with life.
Anyway,I figured that I`d knock off a few sets of crunches after my workout.
I was in the basement part of the gym which was on two floors.
In between sets I noticed a guy doing some kind of inversion boot stuff on the chin up bar.
As he got down he spotted me and said how ya doing?
I responded and we started talking about working out.'
The guy was asking me tons of training and diet questions which I tried to answer as completely and as plainly I could so he would get my meaning.
As we were both getting ready to leave,he says to me,"Hey,want to go to a bodybuilding contest in Connecticut this weekend"?
Now I don`t know this fucking guy from Adam, but I figured he seemed cool so I figured WTF if he`s a weirdo I`ll just end up breaking his nose!
We exchanged phone numbers and the guy calls me up the day before the contest....... so I met him outside my apartment on contest day and we rolled into Connecticut.
Small talk ,nothing exciting mostly about the contest which was an All Natural show being held on some college campus.
OK,we get there and the contest really sucked.........not many really good guys but I did see Matt Dufresne again for the first time in years,seems he had some kid from his gym in the show.
After the contest we`re heading back to Springfield and the guy, whose name turned out to be Mark, asked me my last name so I tell him Wescott and he freaks out and says that`s his family name.
He had told me that his last name was Schmidt which let me know instantly that he was my cousins son on my fathers side.................... .my second cousin.
The last time I saw him,he was about three years old.
WEIRD SHIT,BUT IT GETS WEIRDER.......THIS GUY BECAME A FUCKING THORN IN MY SIDE FOR ALMOST A SIX MONTHS.
We stop off at my apartment because he insisted that I call his mother and freak her out with our new found info.
Actually any call from me would probably had freaked her out because I hadn`t seen or talked to her in decades...........litera lly decades.
I talked to her briefly which was weird in itself but she seemed perfectly normal and said her family had been great except her husband was still ill as he had been for as long as I could remember.
I normally don`t talk to too many people in the gym other than to greet people or say goodbye as I`m there to train,but at times, like after a workout, I`d shoot the shit with guys I`ve known forever from the gyms.
This turned out to be one of those times I wish I had kept my mouth shut.
Now Mark starts hounding me about wanting to train with me.
I tell him that soon I`m going to prep for a contest and that I train really hard..............he insists that he can keep up and won`t fuck up the workouts.
Where have I heard this before.................. ...let me think!!
I tried to discourage him because I didn`t want a partner,especially a guy who knew nothing about bodybuilding.
He had been working out for about 5 years he tells me.......... and he had some size but was smooth and bulky with biggish arms and legs.
I figured fuck it,if he can`t hang I`ll just tell him what I had told quite a few othervictimspartners in the past...........Another one bites the dust !
He meets me at the gym on Monday...........leg day in my world.
I told him to do less sets than me and less reps and to start out light so he wouldn`t get too sore.
Anyway,this fucker trained balls out not listening to my advice so I figured OK,it`s your funeral.
We kicked ass on legs that day and it wasn`t as bad as I anticipated.......the kid actually pushed pretty hard.
Next day chest,then back,then delts,then arms then we took the weekend off.
Now after every workout I would say to Mark,,,,,,,,,,,"Are you sore from yesterday"? Oh no not at all he`d say.
I knew he was full of shit because I was sore, and I had been training like this forever in one form or another.
By this I mean that I mixed up a lot of intensity techniques into my training always making it as difficult as possible and as varied as possible.
I was doing drop-sets on legs, and tri sets on delts,super-sets on arms, etc. all with the heaviest weight I could stand, and with the shortest possible rest time between sets.
We were basically doing the old "I go,you go" type of workout which is what I always liked doing.
I was telling my girlfriend about how Mark was telling me daily that he wasn`t sore and how I personally was as sore as hell.
I usually always got some soreness from training,except for delts for some weird reason.
Anyway I figured this kid Mark is a fucking animal and soon he`ll be looking much better after I put him on a good eating plan.
That night I`m sitting around watching TV and the phone rings,it`s Mark and he sounds a bit panicky,so I asked him what`s wrong and he yells out like a wounded animal............"YOU`RE KILLING ME !!!!!!!!!!!
I died laughing and thought to myself that his poor bastard probably couldn`t walk or wipe his own ass because as I said I was getting sore and I was used to this type of torturous shit and loved doing it.
THAT WAS IT,I DISMISSED HIM FROM TRAINING WITH ME........BUT THEN I WAS STUCK WITH HIM.
As I got to know him better I found out that this kid had no self confidence,especially with women, and all he did was use me as a sounding board for all of his mental hangups.
A psychic fucking vampire !!
I was extremely patient with him though and just figured he`d go way after some time passed because his negative energy was really bringing me down.
Always a frown and a problem with no other friends to listen to them but me! :'(
WTF had I gotten myself into this time?
I swear I attract fucking weirdos at times.
A couple of months had gone by and I was sleeping one hot summer night with my window open,it`s around 2 AM I hear a bunch of noise at the window so I grab a baseball bat and get up and go over to it and it`s fucking Mark!!
He says he thought I might be awake and he wanted to talk.
I got pissed off now because he knew I trained my first client at 5 AM so I told him if he ever did that shit to me again,I wasn`t gonna stop next time and it would be baseball bat city for his dumb ass! LOL 'D
Another time he finally meets a really hot sounding chick and instead of taking her out to eat or to a movie,he comes over my house with her.
SHE WAS SMOKING HOT.......I COULDN`T BELIEVE HE SCORED THIS WELL WHAT WITH THE ETERNAL LOOK OF GLOOM AND DOOM HE ALWAYS PORTRAYED.
Turns out all the time she`s there she talks to me and my girl and hardly says boo to him all night.
Needless to say,he never saw her again which prompted the dude to drive me nuts crying about her.
I told him to pull up his skirt and that he hardly even knew the chick at all for Christs sake.
I could go on and on about this guy........he got weirder and weirder until I just kept telling him that I was busy a lot or had stuff to do until he finally took the hint and got lost.
I thought to myself if I just told the kid to fuck off,that he might end up hanging himself,,,,,,,,,,that`s how depressed he always seemed to be.
He ended up getting a new job which prevented him from bugging me as much then he just never showed up again much to my delight!
It was great meeting this long lost member of my family ! ::)
GEEZUS that`s a tough one.....the trophy is in my cluttered barn but I think it was 1994 because I did the Southern States in 95 and 96 then went back to Mass. in 97,flew back down and did it again in 99, so I`d say 94.
I met and became friends with Tim Gardner at that show.
I`m thinking,Shawn Ray posed that year also.
I only saw Shawn guest pose once and that was in Orlando so if Dekes contest was in Orlando,Shawn was the guest poser.
Sorry for the confusion but I did about 8-9 shows in Fla, over 4 years living down there,and 7-8 of them were in a 3 year period.
It`s a bit confusing as I did so many freakin` contests........it`s tough getting old! LOL :)
It would've been '95 then, because that was the first year it was held and the only year Shawn Ray posed there. Tim actually competed in it again the following year, when I did it also.Thanks for clearing that up bud,I was totally confused.
All the WWF wrestlers were in town at the Civic Center and a lot of them showed up at Big Daddys Gym for a workout while in town.i wonder what the record is for that lift.
I remember the night they came to train at our gym.
I only knew a few of these guys names but I saw Black Jack Mulligan,and Virgil the Black guy who hung out with Ted Dibiasi I think his name was.
Some of these guys looked big,but next to Jeff King and the other assorted animals at Big Daddys,they paled by comparison.
All except for one guy..............that guy was Ted Arcidi !!!
That night I saw Ted do skull crushers for reps with three 45 pound plates on each side of an Olympic curling bar,but as if that wasn`t enough,after he was done,he asked some young skinny kid if he would run down the block to Subway and get him a couple of subs and a chocolate shake.
The kid took the money which just happened to be a crisp $100.00 dollar bill.
When the kid came back with his food,Ted told him to keep the change!! :o
I was pissed that I didn`t volunteer to go to the store for him! LOL :(
I have attended every Olympia since 1999 and the only assholes I have met in bodybuilding
have been online..
Good post Prime,I agree on all counts.
My cousin to this day is a complete mess mentally,but refuses to seek help so the ball remains in his court.
Good post Prime,I agree on all counts.
My cousin to this day is a complete mess mentally,but refuses to seek help so the ball remains in his court.
One day while attending an AA meeting,I was outside talking to a friend over a cup of coffee,all of a sudden the guy says to me......"Here comes your grief stricken friend" !Turned out to be a happy ending really because Scott realized hate is stupid. I enjoyed this story. :)
I turned around and it was Mark .........there goes my day! :'(
He was always so down this guy actually referred to him as being "grief stricken"..............perfect fit !!
Mark starts raving to me about a guy he met at the gym who was a real animal as far as training goes and that he thinks the kid would be an ideal training partner for me.
I tried to explain to him that I wasn`t in the market for a training partner but we walked up a few blocks to the gym to see this guy anyway.
I was curious to see what he was all excited about.
Once we get to the gym,he introduces me to a tall husky kid of about 22 years of age with a Nazi/Hitler style haircut.
The guy seemed OK at first sight..........we start talking and he says......... "I hear you like to train hard"?
I told him I simply put effort into my training as I didn`t see joining a gym to just be there hanging around doing nothing.
After some small talk the guy sort of outright challenges me...............I told him I had nothing to prove but if he wanted to train with me to meet me tomorrow morning at the gym.
Then the kid tells me to watch as he sits down and knocks out 20 decent reps with the whole stack on seated cable rows.
I was impressed but just said goodbye and left.
OK so I meet the kid in the morning and to make a long story short we hooked up and began training together. After a time I got to know him pretty good in spite of the fact that he said very little about himself.
That was cool though s I`m not a chatty Cathy type of person while in the gym anyway.
His name was Scott and he was about 5 feet 11 or so at around 215 pounds............we trained our asses off and the kid worked out hard................I finally found a decent partner.
I taught him a lot of stuff................... ..everything he knew,but NOT everything I knew !! LOL ;)
As I said earlier I got to know Scott pretty good but he had some weird habits or traits if you will.
First off he listened to the most horrible music I ever heard......not heavy metal but fucking noise interlaced with racial slurs.
I`m a big guitar freak and he raved about the guitarists in these bands and I`m here to tell you this shit was nothing but loud fast trashy sounding noise!
After I got to know Scott a bit better he asked me how I knew all the Black guys in the gym.
Well he mustn`t have been paying attention because I knew EVERYBODY in the gym not just the Black guys.
I worked at the gym by training clients and in the early AM I opened the gym up to start off the day as I had a key and lived a few blocks away........other times I would work the desk as a fill in and on weekends if needed, and besides that I knew most of the guys from training in the the only 3 gyms in town over a period of a lot of years.
Some of the guys just happened to be Black but everyone that trained there got along great and we all pushed each other to train balls out.
It was clearly evident that Scott didn`t like Black people .......................h ated Jews also.
Decent kid but filled with hate.
I put his personal feelings about things aside as I believe that we are all free to have our own beliefs, and besides,I was only there to train.......my mission was to train as hard as I could everyday.
As long as Scott trained hard,I couldn`t care less about his thoughts,......our relationship ended when the workout for each day ended.
I guess I missed a few things that were going on around me as I trained because while working the desk one day a buddy of mine who was white says to me............"Hey Tim,you`e a great guy,but your training partner is a total fucking asshole" !!
I was taken aback a bit and asked him why he felt this way.
He told me that Scott looked at people like he was a billy bad ass type and barely said a word to anyone,even when someone said hello to him he ignored that person.
All this time Scot seemed OK to me and we did some gruelling training sessions.....constantly pushing each other to train harder.
Then one day a Black guy that I had known from the gyms over 15 years or so says to me............"Hey Wes,you know we go way back and we`re tight but if your training partner ever calls me a N I G G E R,I`m gonna kick his fucking ass !!
WOW,I didn`t need this bullshit,I just wanted to train !
Nothing really seemed to come of all this after a while but nobody liked Scott except me and he never said more than a word to anyone..........pretty weird dude !!
Everyday after we trained I would ask Scott how it felt to be trained into the ground by an old dude......he would just stare straight ahead and say "Fuck you old man"! LOL ;D
I liked Scott,but nobody else did.
He didn`t give a fuck but I felt like people were starting to judge me by the company I kept.
Oh well,I didn`t give a fuck either because I treated people well as long as they treated me well.
So we kept training hard and doing our thing in the gym.
It was around this time that I fell into a trap that was caused by my ego.
Scott was starting to talk about training heavier...........this was going to be pretty hard to do in my opinion because we trained as heavy as possible for the amount of reps we were shooting for on any and every particular set already.
Well,I got real stupid real quick as we started falling into the trap of thinking that by going heavier,we would grow bigger.
I knew that this wasn`t truly the case, but Scott adding weight to the bar made me feel that I had to also just to keep him from out training me.
I never allowed anyone to train harder than me but I knew that more wasn`t always better........the winner was our physiques no matter who won the battle of being the hardest trainer.
EGO CAN BE A MONSTER
We stared benching 325 even though we couldn`t truly bench that weight.
Scott would throw 325 or so on the bench while I held the bar for him as he lowered it and assisted him when he pressed it.
Then we did sets of 3 reps with 150 pounds on DB Rows...........real sloppy form of course.
Same thing on leg presses...........11-12 plates a side with an inch or two of range of motion.
I KNEW way better than this so after about 2 weeks of this nonsense I put an end to it and got my head out of my ass.
I couldn`t believe that I actually allowed myself to do such a stupid thing anyway as I had trained for years and was competing, but still allowed myself to train like the guys we laugh at daily in the gyms today.
EGO
Anyway things remained the same and nobody liked Scott and vice versa.
I got my ass up out of there eventually and moved up here to Northern N.Y.
Said goodbye to Scott and all the guys in the gym and off I went.
I often wondered how Scott was doing as we didn`t keep in touch,then one day,strangely enough he logged into my short lived bodybuilding forum.
Sent me a PM and told me he had become a born again Christian and that his new girlfriend was Black.
WTF ???
EDIT: Of course there`s more to this story but I could have written a book,just wanted to try to convey the gist of the stuff to you guys.
8)
One day while attending an AA meeting,I was outside talking to a friend over a cup of coffee,all of a sudden the guy says to me......"Here comes your grief stricken friend" !
I turned around and it was Mark .........there goes my day! :'(
He was always so down this guy actually referred to him as being "grief stricken"..............perfect fit !!
Mark starts raving to me about a guy he met at the gym who was a real animal as far as training goes and that he thinks the kid would be an ideal training partner for me.
I tried to explain to him that I wasn`t in the market for a training partner but we walked up a few blocks to the gym to see this guy anyway.
I was curious to see what he was all excited about.
Once we get to the gym,he introduces me to a tall husky kid of about 22 years of age with a Nazi/Hitler style haircut.
The guy seemed OK at first sight..........we start talking and he says......... "I hear you like to train hard"?
I told him I simply put effort into my training as I didn`t see joining a gym to just be there hanging around doing nothing.
After some small talk the guy sort of outright challenges me...............I told him I had nothing to prove but if he wanted to train with me to meet me tomorrow morning at the gym.
Then the kid tells me to watch as he sits down and knocks out 20 decent reps with the whole stack on seated cable rows.
I was impressed but just said goodbye and left.
OK so I meet the kid in the morning and to make a long story short we hooked up and began training together. After a time I got to know him pretty good in spite of the fact that he said very little about himself.
That was cool though s I`m not a chatty Cathy type of person while in the gym anyway.
His name was Scott and he was about 5 feet 11 or so at around 215 pounds............we trained our asses off and the kid worked out hard................I finally found a decent partner.
I taught him a lot of stuff................... ..everything he knew,but NOT everything I knew !! LOL ;)
As I said earlier I got to know Scott pretty good but he had some weird habits or traits if you will.
First off he listened to the most horrible music I ever heard......not heavy metal but fucking noise interlaced with racial slurs.
I`m a big guitar freak and he raved about the guitarists in these bands and I`m here to tell you this shit was nothing but loud fast trashy sounding noise!
After I got to know Scott a bit better he asked me how I knew all the Black guys in the gym.
Well he mustn`t have been paying attention because I knew EVERYBODY in the gym not just the Black guys.
I worked at the gym by training clients and in the early AM I opened the gym up to start off the day as I had a key and lived a few blocks away........other times I would work the desk as a fill in and on weekends if needed, and besides that I knew most of the guys from training in the the only 3 gyms in town over a period of a lot of years.
Some of the guys just happened to be Black but everyone that trained there got along great and we all pushed each other to train balls out.
It was clearly evident that Scott didn`t like Black people .......................h ated Jews also.
Decent kid but filled with hate.
I put his personal feelings about things aside as I believe that we are all free to have our own beliefs, and besides,I was only there to train.......my mission was to train as hard as I could everyday.
As long as Scott trained hard,I couldn`t care less about his thoughts,......our relationship ended when the workout for each day ended.
I guess I missed a few things that were going on around me as I trained because while working the desk one day a buddy of mine who was white says to me............"Hey Tim,you`e a great guy,but your training partner is a total fucking asshole" !!
I was taken aback a bit and asked him why he felt this way.
He told me that Scott looked at people like he was a billy bad ass type and barely said a word to anyone,even when someone said hello to him he ignored that person.
All this time Scot seemed OK to me and we did some gruelling training sessions.....constantly pushing each other to train harder.
Then one day a Black guy that I had known from the gyms over 15 years or so says to me............"Hey Wes,you know we go way back and we`re tight but if your training partner ever calls me a N I G G E R,I`m gonna kick his fucking ass !!
WOW,I didn`t need this bullshit,I just wanted to train !
Nothing really seemed to come of all this after a while but nobody liked Scott except me and he never said more than a word to anyone..........pretty weird dude !!
Everyday after we trained I would ask Scott how it felt to be trained into the ground by an old dude......he would just stare straight ahead and say "Fuck you old man"! LOL ;D
I liked Scott,but nobody else did.
He didn`t give a fuck but I felt like people were starting to judge me by the company I kept.
Oh well,I didn`t give a fuck either because I treated people well as long as they treated me well.
So we kept training hard and doing our thing in the gym.
It was around this time that I fell into a trap that was caused by my ego.
Scott was starting to talk about training heavier...........this was going to be pretty hard to do in my opinion because we trained as heavy as possible for the amount of reps we were shooting for on any and every particular set already.
Well,I got real stupid real quick as we started falling into the trap of thinking that by going heavier,we would grow bigger.
I knew that this wasn`t truly the case, but Scott adding weight to the bar made me feel that I had to also just to keep him from out training me.
I never allowed anyone to train harder than me but I knew that more wasn`t always better........the winner was our physiques no matter who won the battle of being the hardest trainer.
EGO CAN BE A MONSTER
We stared benching 325 even though we couldn`t truly bench that weight.
Scott would throw 325 or so on the bench while I held the bar for him as he lowered it and assisted him when he pressed it.
Then we did sets of 3 reps with 150 pounds on DB Rows...........real sloppy form of course.
Same thing on leg presses...........11-12 plates a side with an inch or two of range of motion.
I KNEW way better than this so after about 2 weeks of this nonsense I put an end to it and got my head out of my ass.
I couldn`t believe that I actually allowed myself to do such a stupid thing anyway as I had trained for years and was competing, but still allowed myself to train like the guys we laugh at daily in the gyms today.
EGO
Anyway things remained the same and nobody liked Scott and vice versa.
I got my ass up out of there eventually and moved up here to Northern N.Y.
Said goodbye to Scott and all the guys in the gym and off I went.
I often wondered how Scott was doing as we didn`t keep in touch,then one day,strangely enough he logged into my short lived bodybuilding forum.
Sent me a PM and told me he had become a born again Christian and that his new girlfriend was Black.
WTF ???
EDIT: Of course there`s more to this story but I could have written a book,just wanted to try to convey the gist of the stuff to you guys.
8)
All the WWF wrestlers were in town at the Civic Center and a lot of them showed up at Big Daddys Gym for a workout while in town.
I remember the night they came to train at our gym.
I only knew a few of these guys names but I saw Black Jack Mulligan,and Virgil the Black guy who hung out with Ted Dibiasi I think his name was.
Some of these guys looked big,but next to Jeff King and the other assorted animals at Big Daddys,they paled by comparison.
All except for one guy..............that guy was Ted Arcidi !!!
That night I saw Ted do skull crushers for reps with three 45 pound plates on each side of an Olympic curling bar,but as if that wasn`t enough,after he was done,he asked some young skinny kid if he would run down the block to Subway and get him a couple of subs and a chocolate shake.
The kid took the money which just happened to be a crisp $100.00 dollar bill.
When the kid came back with his food,Ted told him to keep the change!! :o
I was pissed that I didn`t volunteer to go to the store for him! LOL :(
I swear I thought the end of your cousin story was gonna be, so one day when we got to my house I killed him and buried him in my yard. ;DTrust me,I have felt like that a zillion times with the kid.
I asked Ted about this over lunch recently, and he said "yeah, probably".Yeah,I swear this story as all the others are,,are totally true.......I was pissed he didn`t ask me to go,I could have used the $100.00 !! LOL ;D
I believe it, the guy is more than generous.
His yearly Xmas party is coming up, he doesn't hold back on the expense (food, drink, catered, etc). Lobster tails galore.
Buys so much, then the homeless shelter gets the leftovers. Homeless folks never eat like this (stuffed shrimp, lobster tails, steak, etc).
Im sure they look FWD to the yearly party as much as I do.
Ted got an recent acting job (a series that he will be a regular in) that will be coming out on Paramount Network (The old Spike TV) "Defending Jacob".
Ted does real well for himself, great friend and person...
I'm not impressed with Arcidi doing close grips with 290. I used to do 5 reps with 275 using the olympic bar and I was 200 lbs. and completely drug free.
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IT`LL BE WORTH THE WAIT YOU GUYS TRUST ME.........I WAS FUCKING CRAZY BACK THEN AND ALL ABOUT THE PUSSY ! LOL ;D
Love reading about these indecorous scorpion-women, Wes! Looking forward to the on-stage wedding part! Whores!!That one was insane bro !
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I have a soft spot in my heart for Gaspari. I was a teen competitor and entered the First Rich Gaspari Classic show in New Jersey. Not sure if Rich still holds it. But...the night before the show....Gaspari calls my house...my father pics up phone...and tells me that Rich Gaspari is on the phone. I pick up in disbelief. And Gaspari wishes me luck for the following days show and goes on to say that he is calling all the teen competitors and wishing them the same. Class act thatday for Rich. Cant hate the guy. It meant a lot to me those days.
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I have a soft spot in my heart for Gaspari. I was a teen competitor and entered the First Rich Gaspari Classic show in New Jersey. Not sure if Rich still holds it. But...the night before the show....Gaspari calls my house...my father pics up phone...and tells me that Rich Gaspari is on the phone. I pick up in disbelief. And Gaspari wishes me luck for the following days show and goes on to say that he is calling all the teen competitors and wishing them the same. Class act thatday for Rich. Cant hate the guy. It meant a lot to me those days.
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IT`LL BE WORTH THE WAIT YOU GUYS TRUST ME.........I WAS FUCKING CRAZY BACK THEN AND ALL ABOUT THE PUSSY ! LOL ;D
Joswift seems to have confused Chris Dickerson with Chris Duffy. Two very different people.
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Maybe a dozen years ago, I worked with Duffy at a bar in LA. Duffy was so fucked up from heavy recreational drug use that it seemed his brain was fried. He would almost slur his words like he was drunk. But he did tell me what the Dorian Yates drug cycle was. He pissed me off by telling me I was too shredded and not big enough at 6'2" and 236 back then.
Maybe a dozen years ago, I worked with Duffy at a bar in LA. Duffy was so fucked up from heavy recreational drug use that it seemed his brain was fried. He would almost slur his words like he was drunk. But he did tell me what the Dorian Yates drug cycle was. He pissed me off by telling me I was too shredded and not big enough at 6'2" and 236 back then.His brain must be fried. Imagine the meth and pain pills he had to ingest to stick a baseball bat up his poop shoot.
His brain must be fried. Imagine the meth and pain pills he had to ingest to stick a baseball bat up his poop shoot.Omg...
His brain must be fried. Imagine the meth and pain pills he had to ingest to stick a baseball bat up his poop shoot.The old Dufster really had to prep himself for his little trick.
Maybe a dozen years ago, I worked with Duffy at a bar in LA. Duffy was so fucked up from heavy recreational drug use that it seemed his brain was fried. He would almost slur his words like he was drunk. But he did tell me what the Dorian Yates drug cycle was. He pissed me off by telling me I was too shredded and not big enough at 6'2" and 236 back then.
The old Dufster really had to prep himself for his little trick.I would think more whiskey and Oxy.
Theres a certain poster here who could do the baseball bat stunt this after a couple tall boys of Natty Ice and a Pabst Blue Ribbon. Im sure it's only a matter of time before he starts a thread about pulling this off.
The old Dufster really had to prep himself for his little trick.
Theres a certain poster here who could do the baseball bat stunt this after a couple tall boys of Natty Ice and a Pabst Blue Ribbon. Im sure it's only a matter of time before he starts a thread about pulling this off.
orville burke - really nice guy , i was you g and he took time to speak to me , joked some too
jimmy mentis - came up to me in the gym and told me i looked “big” - dude is tall and i immediately knew him from old muscle mag ads - really nice guy
phil heath - guest posed at a show i did, literally was still there at like 11:30pm was mr olympia still too , really surprised me - he was nice to my family too
***+honestly the assholes i’ve dealt with are the small state NPC judges , the people they have sex with , and the top “state” level competitors - biggest assholes , head up there ass , badasses - lilteralllly was told by a head NPC judge once this was “his world” and i was done with bodybuilding - i was 23 - i about 6 years younger than he was when he spoke to me now - and i’d never talk to a you g dude like that , even if he talked shit about me online - petty woman type emotional responses aren’t my thing
I met Ronnie at the same event toby Freeman got his procard in dallas. He was very nice and in good spirits despite he just came off a loss to gunter. Jay did not seem personable at all
Jerry Brainum told me on numerous occasions that Kal Skzalak was a total asshole.
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He was just being "Chris Duffy" and marched to his own beat. I would run into him late night at Peter Pan diner and he would always stop and chat. Dude was racist without being racist if that makes sense.
What does racist without being racist mean?
cuckold...?
Flex wheeler is the nicest bb i have ever met.
Flex wheeler is the nicest bb i have ever met.
hes a stand up guyBut very wobbly.
hes a stand up guy
Is Nick Trigili the dark horse candidate of 2023 to win Biggest Asshole of the Year?He`s got my vote and that half a fag Tony Huge too.
He`s got my vote and that half a fag Tony Huge too.
I`d be damned if I ever called a fucking grown man Tony Huge.....I`d love to kick him in the mug with a steel toed boot.......REPEATEDLY UNTIL HE SHIT HIMSELF AND FUCKING DIED..........I HATE HIM WITH A PASSION I TELL YOU.
OK,I`m good again. :D
hankins
Tony would be a candidate for sure, but he’s already locked-in for Bodybuilding Murderer of the Year AKA the McNeil/Titus Award in Murderous ExcellenceYup,he killed the other asshole for sure.
hankinsYou got it right brother! ;D
Hankins. And it aint even close. The metaphorically biggest asshole and, in all likelihood, the litteral biggest asshole.
Let's not forget lou ferrigno. I was young n he said sure u can take a picture if you buy one of mine😁One of the biggest assholes for sure bro.
Throw a few bucks his way and I'm certain he'd let you suck his cock.very doubtful. He wants to be a better man so his children can look up to him (which they do)
Let's not forget lou ferrigno. I was young n he said sure u can take a picture if you buy one of mine😁
Chris Duffy?Duffy can shove a Louisville Slugger bat up his ass so......
Bob Birdsong?
Duffy can shove a Louisville Slugger bat up his ass so......
Must be Biggest asshole?Has to be. I don't know how he keeps his poop in.
Has to be. I don't know how he keeps his poop in.
Will you find a job in 2024?
Or will you repeat 2022 and 2023 and accomplish nothing?
Will you find a job in 2024?No way! Why would I get a job?
Or will you repeat 2022 and 2023 and accomplish nothing?
Must be Biggest asshole?Deepest for sure.