Munzer's Tricep Here... (AKA "Munzer Died For Us Bitches")

[NotMrAverage]

I trained with Munzer back in Austria in 1994. It was in the offseason but that didīnt matter, he was crosstriated all over anyway. His triceps still sometimes pops out in my dreams, it was the freakiest thing ever. He said something in the lines of "all i ever care about is being ripped, 24/7". We had some hardcore workouts together, at one point I would be messed up after legs and went to the closest wastebag to throw up, and that bag was filled up with empty packs of dianabol and all sorts of other pills. He was hardcore, and a nice guy. To bad he is dead.

[The_Iron_Disciple]

I trained with Munzer back in Austria in 1994. It was in the offseason but that didīnt matter, he was crosstriated all over anyway. His triceps still sometimes pops out in my dreams, it was the freakiest thing ever. He said something in the lines of "all i ever care about is being ripped, 24/7". We had some hardcore workouts together, at one point I would be messed up after legs and went to the closest wastebag to throw up, and that bag was filled up with empty packs of dianabol and all sorts of other pills. He was hardcore, and a nice guy. To bad he is dead.

DAMN ! Any more Stories ... DO TELL !! Btw, I KNOW that some people will be calling " Bullshit " on this, however, I'm willing to believe you ... so, with that being said ... ANY MORE STORIES ?? 

[Meso_z]

Sunday October 31, 2004
The Observer

He went to the stage as hard as a bag full of nails. He looked like the eighth wonder of the world up there: 17 stone of muscle and bone and not much else. He was huge and dense and cut. He had 21-inch arms, a 58-inch chest and enough junk in his bloodstream to kill a horse. It was certainly killing him. He lived in agony. If he had still had the will to turn his head to the left, he would have seen other men like him, Godzillas of the iron game. To his right, the same. They looked barely human.

They looked like a sub-strain, a spin-off, a genetic joke.

He was so dry that his lips kept sticking together. His body was arid. The last of his sweat rolled slowly down him, streamed by his deep striations. It left light streaks in his tinned tan. Andi fixed his feet harder into the floor and squeezed his unsteady muscle one more time.

The other guys still had some zap and heft and zing left in them. Kevin Levrone, 'The Maryland Muscle Machine', was ripped and zipped; Kenny 'Flex' Wheeler was as austere and beautiful as a Greek statue; Paul Dillett had a chest by Jackson Pollock, splattered with fat chunks of vein; Vince Taylor brought out his galactic shoulders; Shawn Ray ran as thick as a bull, front to back. It was a war of the strangest kind. Huge men in spangly thongs shoved each other aside so they could hit muscleman poses. There were 4,000 people watching them do it and they were going off while they did. The Veterans' Memorial Arena was a mushroom farm of jumping muscle. Most of the crowd were bodybuilders of a sort themselves - there were women who could have beaten the living crap out of you.

Andi already knew that the game was up. This was the final round of competition, the posedown - a concocted crowd-pleaser. It existed mainly to allow the judges time to verify the scores. Levrone, Ray and Dillett jumped from the stage and walked into the stalls so the fans could see them close up. They posed for photos. They gripped and grinned. Andi held on at the edge of the platform. There, perhaps one more judge might catch the final nuances of his development. Perhaps one more judge might move him up by one more place. Perhaps Arnold Schwarzenegger himself would look up from his seat in row two and understand that Andi's head had blazed with his name for 20 years. Perhaps then he would finally get his due and perhaps it would tip the balance of his life. His name was Andreas Munzer. For a decade, he had been the greatest bodybuilder in the German-speaking world.

Head judge Wayne DeMilia called the last six competitors into line. Schwarzenegger now stood in the wings ready to present the prizes. He had not been a bodybuilder for a long time; it had been 16 years since he was Mr Olympia 1980. But he remained the talisman of muscle. The Arnold Classic contest was named after him, promoted by him and dedicated to his glory.

In professional bodybuilding events, results were announced in reverse order. Andi would die soon, but he wouldn't die wondering. DeMilia said: 'Sixth place ... winning five thousand dollars ... from Austria ... Andreas Munzer...'

Andi picked up a slim cheque and a joke trophy. The applause was thin and slow. The crowd already had Munzer sixth. This was how things often were at the top shows. The consensus of years informed results. The judges had muscle memory, too.

There was a truism in bodybuilding: be born black or German. These were the favoured genetic lines. Through them, muscle thrummed down generations. Andi's people were farmers, 'simple with weather-tanned faces' as the press would later describe them. They lived a mile or so from the Modriacher Stausee reservoir near a village called Pack in the rural Austrian region of Styria. They ran a dairy business that just about kept them afloat. Andi absorbed their ethic of stoic self-improvement. He was a quiet boy and a hard worker. Andi paid his dues in the fields. He liked to play the trumpet in a local band, a Musikkapelle. During the summer, he played football. During winter, he skied.

Andi was hired as a toolmaker in Flach, a town 10 kilometres from the farm. He didn't have a car so he took the bus. Between finishing work and catching the bus home, Andi had a two-hour wait. 'To loaf about and drink beer was not his thing,' his father Killian said. Andi joined a gym instead. Passing time waiting for a bus home, he connected with his strange fate. Andi got big quick. The weight hooked up with those juiced-up Germanic genes. Ethics of work and sacrifice ran deep in Andi, too. His muscles began to haul him out of obscurity.

Andi's God was Schwarzenegger. Arnold was Austrian. Moreover, Arnold was Styrian. Arnold came from Thal, Andi from Pack. Arnold took up bodybuilding after seeing a muscleman working out by a mountain reservoir. Andi grew up by one. Arnold became the greatest bodybuilder in the German-speaking world. Andi was striving towards that end. Arnold was a seven-time Mr Olympia. Now he was a movie star, perhaps the planet's most driven man.

In the gyms, everyone was juicing. To succeed in professional bodybuilding, you had to. But you had to do many other things too. If winning pro shows was as easy as taking steroids, every loser iron-junkie, every tragic muscle rat, would be Mr Olympia.

Somehow, somewhere, at some point, Andi joined in. He had no choice. In chess, there is a position called zugzwang, where you must make a move, even though that move will cause you to lose. Drugs were Andi's zugzwang. Drugs were bodybuilding's zugzwang.

As he became more successful, Andi moved to Munich, where he was known as one of the nicest men in a sport mostly populated by meatheads, narcissists, egoists, attention-seekers, overcompensators and the terminally aggrieved. It was a sport that demanded extremity, so it attracted extremists. Andi was no such thing.

But he had made the deal. The Munich Andi would play the zugzwang. He hit some heavy cycles: he injected two ampoules of testosterone a day; he took the oral steroids Halotestin and Anabol; he combined them with Masteron and Parabolan; he used between four and 24 units of the growth hormone STH. Steroids aided muscle repair and general recovery; they allowed him to train with greater intensity. He combined different steroid types to maximum effect. He found that STH, the synthetic growth hormone, mimicked human growth hormone; it made everything grow - muscles, bones, organs, tissues. He ate 6-8,000 calories a day to nourish his muscles. He used insulin to stimulate his metabolism and churn the calories more quickly; he used at least five aspirin tablets each morning to thin his blood and help with the pain of training; he used ephedrine and Captagon to increase his intensity on the weights.

Fifteen weeks or so from competition, he would begin a rigorous diet designed to reduce his body fat. He would come down to 2,000 calories a day. In the days and hours before a show he used Aldactone and Lasix, both diuretics, to rid himself of the last of his water. Most pros would get close to competition shape once or twice a year. Anything else demanded too much; Andi maintained a reputation for always being in shape, or close to it.

The stomach pains had begun some months before Andi went to Columbus, Ohio, for the 1996 Arnold Classic. At first it was just more pain, and pain was the currency of muscle. Andi paid it little heed. It dug in and nestled down with all the other pain: the agonies of training, the banal deprivations of dieting down, the pulls, nicks, strains, jags and twists of the gym. But it kept coming back and its payload was different. A connoisseur of pain like Andi would soon have been able to tell. He would have been able to recognise it and rank it as something special in the pain game, something more exotic than the stuff he usually bore. He began to mention it to friends at the gym. He tried some health cures that would strengthen his stomach lining. Perhaps if Andi had quit training then, if he had turned away from the withering deprivations of another round of competition and stopped juicing he might have survived. Instead, the boy from Pack made himself ready to compete in front of the boy from Thal, in front of his hero.

After his sixth place at the Arnold Classic on 2 March 1996, Andi's mood remained low. 'Man, why don't you laugh?' a German official had said. 'You're the best white guy behind five Negroes.' Andi was never going to laugh at that. Best white guy. Best German speaker. All of the pain and deprivation, all of the gym seminars and pain-filled nights for those worthless epithets.

On the morning of 13 March, Andi's stomach pains became intense. His gut was swollen and hard. His bill had come in. He was fairly sure that this time he couldn't meet it. The debt was too big. The agony grew.

He was taken to hospital. Doctors there diagnosed the bleed, but could not prevent it continuing. He was transferred to the University Clinic. At 7pm, surgeons decided to operate to stop the bleeding inside Andi's stomach. Andi came through the operation, but his problems had multiplied catastrophically. His blood was viscous and slow-moving. His potassium levels were excessively high. He had been dehydrated by the diuretics he used in the days before his last competitions. His liver was melting. A post-mortem would find that it had dissolved almost completely. Andi's body went into shock. After his liver failed, his kidneys did too. He was offered a blood transfusion, but it was too late. Andi's heart held out for a while - he had always had a big heart - but by morning Munzer had joined the ranks of the bodybuilding dead.

Arnold Schwarzenegger sent a wreath from Hollywood to Andi's grave in Styria. The message was simple. It read: 'A last greeting to a friend.'

Great read!

[NotMrAverage]

I have trained with a few Euro pros. I can steer offtopic and tell something about Dorian Yates, but I guess itīs quite known anyway, so maybe not that juicy.

When I lived in Amsterdam, Dorian worked out at the same gym as I. Back then (02-03) he was together with an Italian girl, and they were putting together "Dorian Yates Grand Prix" right after the Olympia. This girl of his seemed even more productive than him, as she was putting together a shitload of MMA competitions as well. I believe she was an owner of a company called "Canna" - that sells products for weed growing that was the main sponsor of those competitions as well. To top that of she owned a big commercial coffeeshop in the center namned the same.
They were together right up until the time Dorian got knocked out backstage at his own show. After that I never saw him in Amsterdam again. People said he got in moneytrouble and lost somebody alot of cash, so an MMA fighter called Dick Vrij was sent after him to beat him up, and did just so. Something real lame like a sucker punch from the back. Craig Titus was MC:ing this show, but mr Tough guy was nowhere to be seen when Dorian could have needed him.

[Frank.T]

I remember seeing that first pic in Flex. Looked unreal, and still does.

McFarland, do you think he used insulin? LOL

Yes he did...at that time half of what many BB uses now..but i think you know that it was not the insulin that killed hem.
have you ever heard of rGE or DNP??

[noodrin]

wow is this offseason??

[Van_Bilderass]

Yes he did...at that time half of what many BB uses now..but i think you know that it was not the insulin that killed hem.
have you ever heard of rGHG or DNP??

I don't know what rGHG is What is it? 

Yeah I'm sure he used insulin. I was being sarcastic in my query.

[bigdumbbell]

what made his hair fall out

[Deicide]

what made his hair fall out

Excessive Dihydrotestosterone.

[slaveboy1980]

sick quads in the last pic.

munzer always lacked some upper body mass tho (relatively speaking) specially thickness in the chest and shoulders.

he used to have pretty poor legs but brought em up real good.

[Frank.T]

I don't know what rGHG is What is it? 

Yeah I'm sure he used insulin. I was being sarcastic in my query.

RGE google it and you will find all the info.

comparing insulin with all the other stuff he was taking is nothing:

10-6 Weeks before the Competition daily:
2 injects Testoviron a 250 mg
1 inject Parabolan
30 tabletts Halotestin
30 tabletts Metandienon
20 iu gh
20 iu Insulin

5-3 weeks before the Competition daily:
3 injects Masteron
2 injects Parabolan
30 tabletts Halotestin
50 tabletts Stromba
2 injects Stromba
24 iu gh
unknown insulin

2-1 weeks before the Competition daily:
2 injects Masteron
2 injects Stromba
40 tabletts Halotestin
80 tabletts Stromba
24 iu gh
unknown Insulin
unknown IGF

A few days before the Competition: Aldactone, Lasix

he also ran Ephederine, AN 1, Captagon, Aspirine, Valium, Clenbuterol daily


all this shit was DAILY.he was also using a protein synthesis drug that thickened his blood and ultimately his liver literally disinegrated! go figure!

[bigdumbbell]

jesus no wonder his hair fell out LOL

[Deicide]

rGHG=EPO google it and you will find all the info.

comparing insulin with all the other stuff he was taking is nothing:

10-6 Weeks before the Competition daily:
2 injects Testoviron a 250 mg
1 inject Parabolan
30 tabletts Halotestin
30 tabletts Metandienon
20 iu gh
20 iu Insulin

5-3 weeks before the Competition daily:
3 injects Masteron
2 injects Parabolan
30 tabletts Halotestin
50 tabletts Stromba
2 injects Stromba
24 iu gh
unknown insulin

2-1 weeks before the Competition daily:
2 injects Masteron
2 injects Stromba
40 tabletts Halotestin
80 tabletts Stromba
24 iu gh
unknown Insulin
unknown IGF

A few days before the Competition: Aldactone, Lasix

he also ran Ephederine, AN 1, Captagon, Aspirine, Valium, Clenbuterol daily


all this shit was DAILY.he was also using a protein synthesis drug that thickened his blood and ultimately his liver literally disinegrated! go figure!

he couldn't have been using IGF-1...no body builder had or has access to it.

[Van_Bilderass]

rGHG=EPO google it and you will find all the info.

I found nothing on google saying rGHG is EPO.

[Van_Bilderass]

he couldn't have been using IGF-1...no body builder had or has access to it.

What are you talking about? Gropep was operational even back then.

[Deicide]

What are you talking about? Gropep was operational even back then.

I'm talking about real IGF-1, the best stuff anyone can get...

[slaveboy1980]

rGHG= growth hormone (produced in a lab)

rGHG is not EPO.

[Frank.T]

rGHG= growth hormone (produced in a lab)

rGHG is not EPO.

Sorry i ment rGE

[Frank.T]

rGHG= growth hormone (produced in a lab)

rGHG is not EPO.

rGHG= Recombinant human growth hormone

[Frank.T]

I found nothing on google saying rGHG is EPO.

I have fixed that.search rh EPO,eposino,eprex,rGE and you will find it or just go to sdkexing website,you will find all the info there.

[Frank.T]

he couldn't have been using IGF-1...no body builder had or has access to it.

Is that a joke?? don't tell me we are about to start the "i am so naive" debate all over again.

The real IGF-1?? what are you talking about do you even know whats IGF-1?

[youandme]

Is that a joke?? don't tell me we are about to start the "i am so naive" debate all over again.

The real IGF-1?? what are you talking about do you even know whats IGF-1?

I hope he is kidding. MM2K wrote articles on it far far back, Lonnie even wrote about it. I remember reading about it from the aids doctor guy that wrote anti aging books he did an piece about it for MM2K

[donrhummy]

Sure, and Cutler's alive and Munzer's dead, so why are you insinuating that Cutler should be more like Munzer? 

[McFarland]

I might be wrong, but I think Munzer may have been more ripped in the 93 NOC than in any other show of his career; it's kinda grainy but here he is in a back double bicep comparison with Porter Cottrell, also in super condition at the time...maybe his best showing as well.  Porter got first, Munzer second in this show.   

[Rearden Metal]

I might be wrong, but I think Munzer may have been more ripped in the 93 NOC than in any other show of his career; it's kinda grainy but here he is in a back double bicep comparison with Porter Cottrell, also in super condition at the time...maybe his best showing as well.  Porter got first, Munzer second in this show.   

So ridiculously ripped. How the fuk did he do that? Oh wait, he died for us bitches...